As a messy cook myself, I always wear an apron. I usually wear a full apron, neck to knees, again, I mentioned I was a messy cook. When I saw all these fantastic aprons hanging I wondered how many meals they had they prepared in their lifetime? Who made them? Who were the women that wore them? How many noses had they wiped and how many tears had they dried? Some with pockets and some with lace. Some well worn and some looked new. Oh the stories they could tell and all the secrets that they keep.
“Mother – that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.” T DeWitt Talmage