Whatever happened to the apron?


Just when I get comfortable with something, things change and something newer, faster, edgier takes its place. You could get whiplash from trying to keep up with latest developments.


Just when I mastered the word processor, along came the laptop and I had to learn how to produce the written word all over again. Just as I learned how to slice tomatoes without cutting off my thumb, along came the food processor.

But one thing that I don’t see much anymore is the lowly apron. Do our children even know what one is?  Mine probably don’t since I came up through the ranks of the liberated woman who wouldn’t have been caught dead in an apron.  Besides when you’ve got tee shirts and sweats, what does it matter?

My sweats are dotted with numerous stains which remind me of how clumsy I am in the kitchen. My friends usually guess what I’m cooking or what I’ve had for lunch.  One of my children joked that he was giving me a HazMat suit for Christmas.

When I try to conjure up an image of my grandmother, I always see her in an apron. Not only did it protect her clothing from spills and spatters,  it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven, wiping the dust off the dining room table, and a place to keep her tissues.

Lately, I’ve been rethinking my negative attitude toward the apron.  My friends Olivia and Ruthie are helping me along.  Both have given me very functional and quite spiffy aprons – mostly as a joke.

Last night as I began my Thanksgiving marathon in the kitchen, I suddenly had the urge to wear an apron. I pulled one out and pulled the bib over my head.

It felt good. I almost felt like a grandmother, which I aspire to be someday – even though my children are mean and refuse to cooperate.

Instantly, I was focused and prepared to produce the world’s greatest Thanksgiving dinner.

3 thoughts on “Whatever happened to the apron?

  1. I have several well used aprons as do my grandchildren. I have a problem with flour and aprons reduce the amount of library paste I make in the washing machine. Saves money on repair bills.

  2. You got to get with it! There are so many pretty aprons out there today,the lady in Monograms Plus told me they’re making a comeback.She said they couldn’t keep them in stock.I saw some really pretty Christmas ones at TJ

  3. You worry about the same things that bother me! My mother and grandmother also wore aprons to do their housework. When I was first married, the mother of the family next door made aprons. I thought them quaint and charming and bought three beautiful aprons. Almost 50 years later, they are in pristine condition. Recently Charlotte Harding has sold beautiful aprons at the Starkville Commujnity market, and though I yearned for one, I asked myself, “What would I do with this?” I think the washer and dryer and abundance of casual clothes caused the death of the apron.

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