As I browse catalogs from my favorite kitchen stores (Sur le Tables and Williams Sonoma) I am noticing the appearance of items that would make my mother proud. Aprons! Ruffled, pocketed, colorful aprons . Some have bibs and tie at the top as well as the waist. Some are cute little hostess aprons like the one above. These are way different from the chef style aprons that never went completely away, especially for barbecueing. In fact, they are replicas of the vintage aprons collected by some which were always worn by women in the kitchen in generations before mine. I have aprons that were sewn by and worn by my mother and grandmother. Both women would be shocked at buying one, particularly at the prices at which they are advertised. After all, they made theirs out of leftover fabric from other sewing.
I like looking at all those pretty aprons. But I don't want one of them. I am happy to pull on the soft bits of history on the hook in my pantry. I am after all, tied to my mother's apron strings.