I'm wearing this vintage apron while the family polishes silver for the holidays. I started buying aprons as a young woman, about the same time I began picking up silver for my own "hope chest." Even then, I was dreaming of a happy family, with all the gracious trappings of home. I'm still thrilled to find a grandmother's aprons selling for a quarter. That's okay--one day they'll be MY children's heirlooms!
We didn't all grow up with silver spoons, dinner around a table, and two-parent households. That shouldn't stop us from celebrating domestic touches with our own children. Donning a flowery apron makes me feel like I've done this all along.
This is my entry for Mommy Life's Apron Contest. Visit Barbara for more photos and voting.