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apron love

Ever since I studied abroad in Germany in 2006, I have collected/loved aprons 
(esp. from different countries, vintage flea markets, and from anthropologie) 

Thanks to a very sweet and interesting woman I met there named Laura Stewart-  I looked up to her in so many ways… and still do today! She is one of the nicest and kindest people (and teachers) that I have ever met. She welcomed us wholeheartedly and treated us with such love- even during her husband's deployment- which is such a hard time…  

I loved talking with her (so interesting/comfortable to converse with) - we would watch sex and the city, traveled, laughed, listened to Luigi "teach" us Italian while cruising in her cute Volkswagon convertible, fell in love with lots of great cheeses (thanks to her), attended the German Christmas markets, and enjoyed all of the evenings when she had us over for wine and homemade dinners!
… I absolutely adored her style, femininity, and love for life. 
{and her cute apron collection} 
Thank You, Laura. 
I don't know if I have told you, but you meant a lot to me and my experience abroad <3
therefore, when my godmother sent me this, i absolutely adored it:  
The History of 'APRONS'
I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..
And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons.
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love...

so she sent it to me and mentioned that she knew i would appreciate this… 
as she was wearing grandma's apron to cook! 


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