A Girl After My Own Heart

It’s a running joke in this family….Me & My Aprons.

They are like an arm…or a brain cell. I CAN’T live without them.

I always have to have an apron with pockets. Why? Well, when you get asked for something obscure like a pencil/an AA battery/a lighter/pair of scissors/Local Chinese Restaurant Menu etc……you can go TahDah.

As for the wiping of the hands bit. From feeding the wildlife to checking the oil level on the car to dishwashing to cleaning the wood burner to cutting logs – an apron is a best friend.

I’ve always said that I’m a peasant. Sometimes, something comes along to remind me just how peasant-ish I am :o)

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