My Grandmother's Apron

One of my treasured aprons is an apron my mother gave to me when I was first married. It was my first apron.


I remember baking cookies one afternoon in this apron, in our first apartment. For the first few years of our marriage, I couldn't quite "get" how to make chocolate chip cookies and had many failed attempts, but somehow this batch had turned out perfect. When a friend of our stopped by, Jacob asked him, "Want some of the best chocolate chip cookies in the world? Because Heather just made them."

Even as I wrote this, I was surprised by how vivid that memory was. I wasn't even planning to share it, just pictures of Gamie's apron. Isn't it wonderful how special possessions evoke such strong emotions? And they do that because they're so strongly connected to what is important: family.

More family memories are attached to these apron's strings, too. My aunt handmade this apron for my grandmother as a Christmas gift, and her name, Violet, is embroidered on the waist. I can't wear it without remembering her.


Auntie Linda also made my mother a coordinating one. (I guess the mother-daughter apron set is a family tradition!) I asked Mom to bring it when she comes to visit this weekend, so I can photograph it.

Thank you, ladies, for joining me as I share about my treasured aprons. Many thanks to you who have joined the Apron Show as well. I'll leave it open to you through the weekend, if you'd still like to join.

I encourage you to stop by the blogs of the ladies who have been generous enough to give us a peek into their homes by sharing their aprons. Leave them an encouraging comment to let them know how much you enjoy their post!