Since I don't have an apron to wear today, I thought I'd share a picture of myself wearing an apron. Here is 9-year-old me performing the role of Pilgrim Wife in the Third Grade production of The First Thanksgiving.
I'm in the apron sitting in the chair accepting Thanksgiving dinner from the Native American ... who is wearing a parka. Obviously, the set design and costumes leave a lot to be desired. My favorite is Phil (how in the world do I remember his name?!) on the far left with the cotton balls glued to his face as a beard. Phil is wearing a Star Trek shirt with a head shot of Captain Kirk next to the Enterprise.
The apron was my mother's. I remember the way the green floral cotton felt soft and smooth under your fingers. I don't know if they are real, but I have memories of making cookies in this apron and gleefully wiping my dough covered hands up and down the front because, you know, that's what aprons are for.