Entry tags:

musing, women

I put on my apron a while ago to wash dishes and deal with other sloppy stuff. It took me back.

To a time I vividly remember, when both of my grandmothers, and the one great-grandmother who was living, just automatically tied their aprons on when they entered the kitchen.

When did we quit doing that - when wash and wear came out and women were no longer slaves to a day (or more) of ironing for a large family?

I liked their aprons better than mine.

They were softer.

And they had rick-rack.

I want rick-rack.