And Away We Go

If you're here for the Wednesday Hodgepodge today scroll back one post. 

Hello friends and strangers too, visiting from the April A-Z Blog Challenge. Thanks for stopping by! If you're not familiar with the A-Z go here to get details. It's not too late to join the fun, signups close April 4th and you'll find that form here. 

My theme this year is The Things We Keep: An A-Z of Ordinary Objects. My loose plan is to look around my house at the things I hold on to and tell a story as to why. Let's get started-

 Day 1-A is for Aprons

I have a drawerful. Maybe two, but who's counting? I love a pretty apron and I like to cook so win-win. Remembering to actually put the apron on before I'm halfway through a bake is sometimes a problem, but I get there eventually. 

There's something about cooking while wearing an apron that makes me think of my mama, and also my girls. My girls love to cook and have their own collection of aprons, most of which they were gifted by me.  My mama, who I feel very tender about these days, was a far neater and much better cook than I am and she always wore an apron when baking. 

Here we are in our aprons making quiche for my daughter1's baby shower nine years ago. 

Nine years? Is that right? Can that be right? Evidently it can. 

There's something that feels homey and a little bit old-fashioned about wearing an apron and that's probably why I can't part with any of mine. I have a couple of favorites-

I bought this one in the Harrod's shop in Heathrow on a trip to France with girl friends. How could I possibly part with that? 

I have some Christmas aprons I wear during cookie baking season.

This one is probably my most worn because it's pretty, a dark color (iykyk), and the fit is really comfortable. 

This was a gift from Daugther2 one year because 'stay tuned for letter H'. 

Here are my girls wearing aprons, home on college break helping with Thanksgiving dinner-

Maybe when I look at my aprons this is really what I see. People I love, the memory and the moment of time spent in the kitchen cooking, talking, being together. The apron pings the memory.