Event: Show Us Your Apron
I’d like to show you my apron(s). Really, I would!
I actually have 5 aprons. They are all butcher-style 100% cotton. Two are ancient and in horrendous shape. Those are the ones I wear every day. (Why on earth don’t I retire them?!? I could so easily make a new apron!)
The other three are my “good” aprons (ie: presentable; I could answer the door wearing them and not be horribly embarrassed). One of the “good” aprons is a good quality brown cotton apron brought to us by my father-in-law from Italy. (Yes, yes, I’ll try to remember to take a photo of it.)
My second favourite and most festive apron is the red one in the tiny little photo here. The photo was taken on the first day that we had our digital camera two Christmasses ago and I’m afraid that the original larger version of the picture was lost in our computer crash about two months later. The words on the apron are
Night of 100
It was an apron given to me by my brother-in-law some years ago. I gather the dinner was an event he ran in Vancouver.
And the third of the “good” aprons is my favourite, a white cotton apron with a particularly wonderful drawing of wild-eyed cat that looks JUST like our cat. Of course, I do not have a photo of this excellent apron (remind me….) and Ilva’s (Lucullian Delights) deadline to show us your apron is today!
So this hasty post will have to do and I hope that I have squeaked in just under the wire!
edit a few minutes later:
I just re-read the “Show Us Your Apron” guidelines and see that I am to tell “the story of it […] or at least what you feel about that apron and why“. Oops!! How remiss of me to have left out important details!
I must say that I love to wipe my hands on my apron. Wearing an apron gives me permission to make an absolute mess. I can drip things onto an apron without worrying that it will be ruined by the stain(s). (Although the stains on the “every day” aprons are rather horrible looking, not to mention that the rips are beginning to make them completely useless in their role at protecting my real clothes from being stained).
The other aprons hang on the cookbook shelf – all ready for guests to don if they feel jealous of the apron I am wearing. (I try to steer them away from putting on a ragged every day apron….)
edit 21 July 2007:
Ilva has posted the apron round up!