My Aprons. Let Me Show You Them.
I have no childhood apron memories. I’ve no gift box of aprons. Strangely enough, Chopper also has never been given an apron — which I believe is a good thing as I wouldn’t put it past certain nameless relatives to find him one of those hideous novelty jobs that says DANGER: MEN COOKING or HEY PRINCESS, BRING ME A BEER, because god, just shoot me now if he ever dons one of those.
However, this does not mean we’re bereft of aprons. On the contrary, we have many. Thing is, almost all our aprons look like this.
Yup. Culinary school aprons. If you peek under the folds you’ll find more grease stains than a bay at Jiffy Lube.
I said almost all our aprons. There’s one apron that stands out from the crowd.
This one.
It’s not terribly unique. I got it out of the Chef Wear catalog so there are chefs, aspiring chefs, and chef’s assistants all over globe with this exact apron.
The only difference is, this is my apron. My only apron. And when I wear it, I match. See?
That’s Chopper and me back in the summer of 2006 when we co-hosted a Geek Dinner in Seattle. Don’t we look spiffy? We wore the same matching outfits for the wedding we catered later than summer, and again for a Christmas party this past December. People took pictures of our matching spiffiness. (People need to give us copies of those pictures, too, ahem.)
But, as much as I love matching, sometimes I need to do my own thing, and for that I’d really rather not wear one of those tedious culinary school numbers. It’s just not my style. Besides, someone might see me in it and be fooled into thinking I can actually cook!
So, I think I might play a little.
Let’s see what I’ve got in my crafting studio:
Not that.
Definitely not that.
Aww. Not enough yardage. (Whimper.)
Oh, so very very tempting, but how would I know when I’ve gotten a spot on it?
Ah, that’s a bit better, though a touch on the boring side.
Hey, wait a sec! I’ve got ancient packages of Rit Dye!
All I need do is cut out an apron pattern, head back out to that studio I haven’t cleaned up yet and…
Aw crap. Where did I put my sewing machine?
(This post inspired by Lucullian Delights and Ilva’s request to Show Us Your Apron!)
July 14th, 2007 at 6:31 pm
Fun! Are you tye-dyeing? That would be really cool. Though I did like the animal print - every apron needs places for the inevitable stains to hide! Can’t wait to see what you come up with.
July 14th, 2007 at 10:04 pm
Well you have to start searching and then show me the final product. I love the idea of tie-dyed aprons! And I never even thought about matching the apron with a cap, boy, that’s almost avant-garde!
Thanks for a great entry!
July 15th, 2007 at 9:34 am
When we use the LOL in blogging, I learned it meant laughing out loud. We need to have a new acronym for something more vigorous - R-LOL (really) or LOTG-LOL (lying on the floor. Anyway, you get the drift. I rip-roaring laughed over your post. So, did you find the sewing machine, I ask?
July 15th, 2007 at 2:01 pm
Carolyn: There is one: ROTFLMAO — rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. Go for it, Pookie!
MizD: Hoo. Moving in is hard. My real estate guy accused us of “camping out” because we’re taking so long emptying boxes.
Oh, and one more thing. Just shoot HIM if he ever dons one of those. :D
July 17th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
Kathy, you are of course right about the need for stain-hiding. Perhaps I’ll use that fabric next. And, yes, it’ll either be tye-dyed or tackled with a spritzer bottle ala Jackson Pollock.
Ilva, thanks for hosting, and you can bet I’ll have pics up when I get the thing done!
Hi Carolyn, Cookiecrumb’s got the right idea, though I think there are probably some great variations involving SSONOK (Spewing Soda Out Nose Onto Keyboard.) Er, not that I think I’m ever quite that funny! Oh, and I did find my sewing machine. Phew!
CC: Your real estate guy would hate me. And yeah, what you said. I think I’ve got a crossbow in the basement somewhere.
July 25th, 2007 at 3:27 pm
I laughed reading your apron musings as I’ve recently been on a quest for a simple, white “bistro” apron. You know, the ones where they dont go round your neck - which I loathe - but they tie around your waist like a bistro waiter? Finally found one and soon to have a rack of em. I highly recommend you try one!
July 26th, 2007 at 12:25 pm
Hi Noodle Princess: Actually, several of those white aprons in the pic are the bistro type — though they are far too trashed to see the light of day in any self-respecting bistro! Silly culinary students and their messy habits.