In Praise of Aprons
July 9, 2011
STEPHANIE writes:
I am currently on the hunt for apron patterns and came across this heart-warming page. It made me smile and I think it would be appreciated by many of your readers.
Laura writes:
My fondest apron memories involve the ice cream parlor my family opened at the New Jersey shore when I was in high school. My six siblings and I worked there in the summers. My mother made gingham aprons for my five sisters and me. At the end of each shift, they smelled like sour milk.
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Hurricane Betsy writes:
If you want to torture a roomful of feminists, tie them down and force them to read the page that Stephanie pulled up.
Nice to see this. The writer at the Catholic site sure has a talent for evoking life as it was, at least where I come from, as recently as 40 years ago. My two full-length aprons are in such bad shape from overuse I know I just can’t wear them any more. So I will have to pull out the waist types. They are old, home-sewn, and come from my original home.
Kendra writes:
Mary Jane Butters has several old-timey apron patterns on her site. I inherited my great-grandmother’s apron collection, one was a sweet newlywed apron made of white chiffon and had two silver wedding rings sewn onto a puffed heart on the pocket. I have made aprons for both of my daughters for when we work around the house, and I always wear one in the garden to gather vegetables.
Bruce writes:
Throughout my childhood, my Granny (who lived in a Northumberland mining village) used to wear three or four aprons or ‘pinnies’ (on top of one another) and ‘bedroom’ slippers all the time she was in the house, and even on visits to the local shops.
Laura writes:
I never considered wearing more than one apron at a time, but it makes sense because even when I wear an apron, my clothes get dirty. I am not wearing enough aprons.
