Love this pink one for the color and the cross stitch design on it.
I found this little poem in the pocket of one of my vintage aprons I found a couple of years ago at one of my favorite antique/vintage stores.
Grandma's Apron by Tina Trivett
The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
It was the things she used it for that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face, when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that wil replace
that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes.
I have many happy apron memories of special times and the special women in my life who wore them. How about you?
See ya!
