It was almost dinner time and I knew Gerardo would be arriving home any minute. Baby Roxy was playing and watching a Baby Einstein video while I cooked dinner in the kitchen. I realized that making fried fish while wearing a black top wasn't the best idea, since I didn't want to get my top all covered with flour. So, I decided to wear my apron. It had been a while since I'd worn it, and it felt good.
There's something about aprons that make me feel like a very good housewife. Maybe it's the old, cute pictures like this one on your left, where the woman looks like a lady, cooking and lovingly taking care of her home.
I don't wear my apron everyday like my grandma used to when she was young. Maybe if I had one like this I would wear it more often ;)
Behold, a modern apron:
But who wants to get THAT all covered with flour? I'll stick to my old apron instead, thank you!