5 Ways I Love My Apron
Posted by AGroup in Homemaking on Friday, November 06, 2009 10:00 AM
Hello, ladies! Welcome to Fashion Friday! Today I have a small confession to make ...
I’m unabashedly smitten with my apron.
I know, I know ... somewhere along the way aprons became the favored symbol of misogyny but that’s just about the silliest thing I’ve ever heard. The only thing aprons should be a symbol of is pure, delightful goodness.
In fact, were I a poet I might pen an ode to their singular greatness but, since a poet I am not, I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for a five-point list. It’s not a terribly creative approach, I’ll admit, but it should get the job done:
1. When I slip my apron on in the morning I’m reminded that being a wife and mother is not just something I am, it’s a vocation given to me by God and, in a way, my apron is a uniform of sorts. Putting it on signals the start of my work day and gives me the focus needed to joyfully tackle my daily obligations.
2. I’ve also noticed that the moment I tie my apron strings, I suddenly feel called to breathe deeply and simplify life. My apron inspires me to create, feather, bake and snuggle. Amidst the daily chaos sometimes we mothers need to be gently reminded to slow down for a moment and simply be present.
3. In this particular stage of life I find myself in (you know, the one shared by those many tiny, affectionate and sticky hands), it’s tempting to resign myself to wearing pajamas all day. After all, why bother taking the time to dress well when I’m destined to be covered in any number of (blessedly) unidentifiable stains within minutes? Of course, the truth is that slipping into an attractive outfit in the morning lifts my spirits, blesses my family and, as such, is a laudable, though sometimes challenging, goal. By keeping the smudges and spots at bay, aprons encourage my pursuit of that goal.
4. I didn’t start wearing my apron with this purpose in mind but I quickly learned just how industrious she can be. My sweet apron assists me in drying freshly washed hands and tear-stained cheeks. She wipes up spills when a towel is elusive and can take the place of my oven mitt when it, too, has gone into hiding. She also happens to have these really rockin’ pockets that are always holding one thing or another for me. She’s really rather impressive, actually
5. And, last but not least, for such a simply designed garment aprons are surprisingly flattering. They accentuate our womanly curves and have a very cool way of concealing those pesky problem areas of which most of us have at least one or two. I don’t think it’s a mere coincidence that my sweet husband becomes particularly affectionate when he catches me sporting my apron.
Are you with me, girls? Does your apron hold a special place in your heart? Let’s share ...
(A great resource for vintage aprons is Jessie Steele)
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