I don't have a big collection of vintage aprons, but I do appreciate their charms. I always have a few around for the grandgirls, and I love giving them as gifts. It's not like aprons aren't around anymore. They are as practical as ever, but the old gathered half aprons are pretty much a thing of the past.
I love the nostalgia of an old printed cotton apron and all the associations they carry of our mothers and grandmothers. Since I love old fabrics, I do have a few favorites that I tend to keep longer than others. And I love any aprons in white. Especially with ruffles. And though I find the forties or fifties hostess/party/cocktail aprons made with organdy a little absurd, I completely change my tune if they're in white.
A frilly white apron becomes something more than itself to me. Like an old white baby dress it moves from the practical to the purely symbolic. It's something beautifully decorative to hang on a wall, in a frame, or in a window. A fluffy sheer apron fluttering in the breeze is as lovely as a butterfly.
This lacy chiffon and dotted swiss apron did just that, hanging from the center of my market umbrella on the patio all day. It made me want an open sash window over my kitchen sink, or really anywhere in the house for a lacy curtain to wave merrily to the neighborhood.
A pocket full of posies just makes it all the more romantic. An apron like this was never intended for a drawer or closet, but demands the light of day streaming through it.
It was made for a dreamy soft morning in spring, like this one. For doing no more hostess duty than greeting a migrating bird flitting through the trees. For shaking hands with a breeze, or kissing the open air .
It's a flag to all nations, to women the world over. A tribute to the best of times past. Let the good times roll!
And no. I didn't have anything special in the punch today! *Smile*
Hope your having a terrific Sunday friends!