Aprons are back in! I never really cared for aprons much, but I did get tired of permanent stains on my shirts that, at the urging of my girlfriends, thought I’d better give it a tray again. My first two were nothing to shout about. A plain blue one and then a cute one with moose on it. (It goes with my kitchen!).
My GFs are creative and wonderful seamstresses. I barely made it through my Veteran’s Day parade costume. Note to self: Blog about the Vet’s parade – it was a Bucket List must do!) These two ladies are sewing up a storm with all the fun and glittery fabrics that are available these days. They put stripes with polka dots and pattern cloth with not even close to a match trip fabric and somehow they all turn out to be very fun frocks!! (did I actually say frock?)
Not only are they making a custom apron for every season and holiday, but making them and giving them away as gifts! Hey, I got one and it’s officially the best of the bunch! I got to pick out the fabric and the trim so it is soooooo me! I got to thinking what a wonderful gift an apron is. We all spend a lot of time in the kitchen cooking and cleaning. Why not make it fun? Think about a gift for Mother’s Day, a birthday, wedding shower, and Christmas. How fun it would be to have a special one just for Easter or Halloween?
I heard there was an actual history of the apron and Googled it and found this beautiful poem:
I don’t think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears…
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
And when the weather was cold grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables.
After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men-folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.
Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I never caught anything from an apron…But Love. (Author Unknown)
NOTE: This poem Grandma’s Apron is often listed as “Author Unknown”