As part of my process of coming out to the World as plain(er), I use the apron confession to ease my friends into it. "I have an apron" I confess.
That conversation usually goes something like,
"You have an apron?"
"How many things have you ruined by cooking or cleaning in them?" I ask.
I get a knowing nod.
"What you need," I suggest, "is an apron".
"Oh, I just wear the oldest rattiest clothes I can find to clean."
The analytical mind in me wonders when and why we moved away from aprons? Did aprons represent something we were escaping? I think many of us remember our mothers or grandmothers having aprons. I had one in Home Ec. in high school. Why is this a brand new (re)discovery for me now?
I mean they make perfect sense.