It all started when Nolie (one of my characters) stepped out of her garden and stood still so I could describe her. She was wearing brown shoes, ankle socks, a long, shapeless dress, and one of those old-fashioned long aprons that you slip over your head–they’re usually made in a tiny floral pattern and trimmed in matching bias tape or fabric.
But I couldn’t figure out what to call those types of apron, so before beginning a Google search, I posed the question on Facebook.
Before I knew it, I had lots of facebook friends chiming in. Was it a smock apron? No, those usually close in the front. A pinafore? No, those tie with a bow. A bib apron? No, that’s any apron with a bib.
The best term I could come up with was an over-the-head apron, but while I was finding that bit of description, I was becoming fascinated by aprons. Seems they’re coming back in style–we women left them behind when we entered the work force, and few people wear them any more, though antique or “vintage” aprons are in demand, as are vintage patterns for aprons.
I used to sew a LOT–used to make my clothes until it became cheaper to buy them than to sew them (around here, anyway–we have a lot of discount stores). Anyway, before I knew it I had ordered two apron patterns, and on Friday night I found myself at the fabric store, excited by the idea of sewing again. That night I made one short apron, and on Saturday I made two more. I was thinking they’d make great gifts . . .
I’ve also ordered books on aprons from Amazon and can’t wait to look through them. There’s something about an apron that’s vaguely political. In fact, one facebook friend said her inner feminist wouldn’t let her wear an apron, and I understand that–no one wants to be thought of as the “little woman” who does nothing but wear nice dresses and stay around the house all day. Even stay at home moms today do a lot more than that!
But to me, an apron is simply a way of protecting my clothes on those rare occasions when I bake or cook something. When you’re sifting flour and mixing up ingredients, you can easily be spattered, so an apron might come in handy . . .
Plus, I found fabric in a cupcake pattern–several bolts, in fact, but I only bought one. 🙂 (Such restraint!) And the aprons I made this past weekend were entirely from fabric I had in my scrap bin. That’s the good thing about an apron. It doesn’t take a lot to make something nice.
Do you wear an apron? Did your mother? Would you wear one now?