These two new (old) thrifted aprons have me smiling. I remember loving to wear aprons as a child. And as un-feminist as this may sound (I actually think it's quite a feminist act), now as the 'Mom' in our family, I'm in love with the feeling I have when I put one on. As hectic and sometimes-insane as my life and the world around us may be, the minute an apron goes on everything changes. I'm suddenly reminded to take a deep breath, put on some music, and pour a glass of wine. There's something about wearing aprons that makes me want so desperately to bake bread, put more energy, thought and time into what we eat and how we eat it and just generally sloooow down not only our food, but our moments together too.
One more day of What I Love. I'm having fun. Thanks for playing along.