I have a lot of aprons and wear them everyday. It started out as a practical thing as I have tile countertops, which I don't love. These tile countertops have sharp edges where the grout connects and have torn and wore holes in many of my shirts. I also got tired of my shirts getting wet when I did dishes. So, I got an apron and that solved my wet, torn clothing issue. That first apron began my affinity for all aprons and I love them so much!
Even though I have many aprons, I still ask for new ones for gifts every year. I actually use them so much I wear them out. I have a few fancy one's, holiday themed, Wonder Woman (it's one of
my favorites!), some with naughty sayings (that I won't post here), some from various travels and some just because. It's now a thing with my family when they are in the kitchen with me, my three kids (28, 18 & 15) grab an apron when helping in the kitchen and I love to see which one they chose. The kids vary their apron preferences to match their moods and sense of humor.
I recently bought an apron and in the pocket was the following poem which reflects how I feel about them. It's a poem about a Grandmother and her aprons. My grandmother didn't wear an apron often but the sentiment behind the poem reminds me of her and I thought it would be a fun share. Aprons have a variety of uses besides protecting your clothing and this poem sums it up beautifully:
Grandma’s Apron – a Poem by Tina Trivett
The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed. For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed. The simple apron that it was, you would never think about; the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found. Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around. Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth. Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire. To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire. When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow. You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside. Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride. When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest. I’m sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.
Thank you for the love Grandma, you were the best!