Please ignore the ridiculous face I'm making. I almost edited it out, but headless pictures give me the willies. Michael cracked some joke just as he was snapping the picture, to which I (appropriately) cracked up.
Anyway, back to the apron:
I got it on eBay a year or two ago and I love it. The fabric isn't Mary Engelbreit, but it certainly has an ME-esque feel to it. Throw in the fact that the binding is plaid, and I'm all over it. Green plaid, to be exact. Oh, aprony heaven! The straps criss-cross over the back, so there's no tugging on my neck. Another great benefit to that is that my rear is covered, which is awesome, because I have a tendency to wipe my hands off on my hips as I'm cooking and most aprons don't cover far enough back were I "clean myself." Don't let your brain go too far on that one - it's a scary, scary place.
So yes, I have an apron, and I wear it. Frequently. And in public, even. And you know what? I don't care if anybody looks at me funny, or points, or even laughs. Know why? Cuz it makes me happy.
And that's all that matters.
1 comment:
Thanks for coming over to TAG. And wearing an apron should be fun just like you are saying. I wipe my hands on my pants all the time so the thy area is my main blotter spot... thus longer aprons are mostly appropriate for me! Thanks for sharing this one. :)
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