SUMMER APRON STRINGS... IF APRONS COULD TALK...

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGM5WzpKZXKYFmLuobFLPm4zNldCXJ4UHrB6svVYq2yDXFsRLAoiByhdO074TZWDYOJrEU7NKqhIcWetC0uFAw__mC8ZObxQ0NUNVGGt0h0nDwHMmi60LE3KdtE6nKOLYLt82HBj9KZE/s1600/SUMMER+APRON+STRINGS-TITLE+PAGE-stonegableblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGM5WzpKZXKYFmLuobFLPm4zNldCXJ4UHrB6svVYq2yDXFsRLAoiByhdO074TZWDYOJrEU7NKqhIcWetC0uFAw__mC8ZObxQ0NUNVGGt0h0nDwHMmi60LE3KdtE6nKOLYLt82HBj9KZE/s1600/SUMMER+APRON+STRINGS-TITLE+PAGE-stonegableblog.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><br />Every once-in-awhile I just have to show you the real heart of my kitchen... the apron hanger!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To say I love aprons is such an understatement!!! If you would come to StoneGable you would surely find me answering the door with one of my sturdy bib aprons on! I call it my "uniform"!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aprons and I have a long and deep history...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><a name="more"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8dF9xAif4WTc23mlFq0ryoTnVSYnoQTDGNyQ_xpCADSNb1wps4VYkiHtEHwoPQbwyScuxjYSd_nSm1HwaWC3V6qnS-vcHLRfjbSeW3tjRfhYcKzG5tbyZYAch9Db-CU2T-5BKIoTE4Q/s1600/aprons+side+view-stonegableblog.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8dF9xAif4WTc23mlFq0ryoTnVSYnoQTDGNyQ_xpCADSNb1wps4VYkiHtEHwoPQbwyScuxjYSd_nSm1HwaWC3V6qnS-vcHLRfjbSeW3tjRfhYcKzG5tbyZYAch9Db-CU2T-5BKIoTE4Q/s1600/aprons+side+view-stonegableblog.com.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Both of my grandmothers wore aprons. I really did not know my dad's mother very well as she lived in Missouri and she died before my dad got out of the Service. So I only remember meeting her 3 times. But I remember pictures. She was a no nonsense farm woman and always had an apron on in all the pictures of her I have ever seen. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once, when I was 8, while visiting my Missouri grandparents, I killed a chicken by wringing it's neck. And  took it to my apronned  Grandmother who made quick work of turning it into the most delicious fried chicken I have ever eaten!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The next time I visited her, at age 13, she introduced me to the wonderful world of Rhubarb! And yes, she was wearing an apron.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigorOmlqL7FIF9CrNtR6S9rLKBn1Q75ZCbRv9vtwFrnylAPOpsyxGQAEpXyAsPrAWitOD7e9wkbmsATzJMPlN98eZIOXzaIOwlYgBtauZQG7ayOS5sDnOMQGmGn2P5csKDML8adoagZgQ/s1600/apron+on+hooks-stonegableblog.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigorOmlqL7FIF9CrNtR6S9rLKBn1Q75ZCbRv9vtwFrnylAPOpsyxGQAEpXyAsPrAWitOD7e9wkbmsATzJMPlN98eZIOXzaIOwlYgBtauZQG7ayOS5sDnOMQGmGn2P5csKDML8adoagZgQ/s1600/apron+on+hooks-stonegableblog.com.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Nani, my mother's mom, wore aprons too. Her's were the kind that fit over her head... sorta like a jumper. They were a lighter weight than the one's I wear now and were covered with pretty flowers and had fun coordinating cording all around them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nani's apron hung on a nail behind the cellar door. It had a special smell... probably from being in the cellar... It smelled safe and loving and peaceful. I can still smell it just by thinking about it... and it brings me to tears. I adored my Nani!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Nani's young life was enveloped in the Depression. Her life was marked by it until the day she passed away.  Nani literally wore her aprons to a thread and then ripped them up  for rags. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have what I call a "bit of the Nani" in me... I have one denim bib apron that went from being a cooking apron...and  when I could no longer stain stick the cooking stains out of it... it became my painting apron... and when it got too worn for painting became my gardening apron. It's the first one I grab... it feels like it deserves to be worn! We have gone through so much together!!! I think it takes a long long time to train an apron!!! Sounds strange... but some of you will get it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWFFiT47Wo3xLiMd1L9Q7_gnNul17Cpi9CS3KhI24U5xIoxZCdA971u1iXxdqmJ8DMLRGvYGOh5D0HX6r9u9z20Gdlmyd9Wr42tHyMlMQ30idL7_bqr1AO1idRkxBNgaA9uCaCwL9vN4/s1600/denim-apron-stonegableblog.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWFFiT47Wo3xLiMd1L9Q7_gnNul17Cpi9CS3KhI24U5xIoxZCdA971u1iXxdqmJ8DMLRGvYGOh5D0HX6r9u9z20Gdlmyd9Wr42tHyMlMQ30idL7_bqr1AO1idRkxBNgaA9uCaCwL9vN4/s1600/denim-apron-stonegableblog.com.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br />My kitchen-paining-garden apron... freshly washed!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mother wore pretty aprons that tied around her lovely, thin waist... they suited her. I have never seen a more beautiful woman and a more proper lady in all my life! She never spilled things or got a smudge on her! Some of her aprons had small dainty pockets on her hip! Not like the big deep pockets that go from one hip to the other on my aprons.<br /><br />They are filled with, clothes pins, a cell phone, deadheaded flowers, dog treats, a tissue or two and much more! Digging into my apron pocket is like opening a box of Cracker Jacks... there is always a surprise inside!<br /><br />My sweet Mother carried one thing in her pretty apron pocket... a delicate hankie! My mother also has a drawer full of hankies. Something I did not acquire a taste or habit for.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFNblrptBhoRVMBqTHnlYnhyKkAN74tYBg1P4UP9TZFp8fGEH8p3N6JG4-RQmO96UofHai915KiemMcapWlT2EIymawOif95ixTw9m4hn8RPAyeZPEhz9amNwB9J0yObGfrG1slQH8X8/s1600/apron+pocket-stonegableblog.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVFNblrptBhoRVMBqTHnlYnhyKkAN74tYBg1P4UP9TZFp8fGEH8p3N6JG4-RQmO96UofHai915KiemMcapWlT2EIymawOif95ixTw9m4hn8RPAyeZPEhz9amNwB9J0yObGfrG1slQH8X8/s1600/apron+pocket-stonegableblog.com.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I like to change up my aprons... seasonally. This year it's red, white and blue! Lots of bright patriotic color! Like the season, the aprons change too!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJfsyKoSM7UTwxAGgBxDD_dCu3TE0gkRYxGXE9EIH84v22LZzafP0RAL0DCPdR3ObtKW4DuE_ayOcS7BwYkYU9C84h7qC8TUosYp_LtK513PF66hyphenhyphen1Cx-f_Q9fEf3p2ahNvzQ62qAw6w/s1600/apron+on+hooks-side+view-stonegableblog.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJfsyKoSM7UTwxAGgBxDD_dCu3TE0gkRYxGXE9EIH84v22LZzafP0RAL0DCPdR3ObtKW4DuE_ayOcS7BwYkYU9C84h7qC8TUosYp_LtK513PF66hyphenhyphen1Cx-f_Q9fEf3p2ahNvzQ62qAw6w/s1600/apron+on+hooks-side+view-stonegableblog.com.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br />Scamp the photo bomber!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, if my aprons could talk!!!! They would tell stories of a young wife learning to cook... and at first not being very successful at it. And of a darling young husband that ate it all and never let on... and still doesn't today!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They would tell you of being used and abused to gather flowers and vegetables from the garden... caring heavy loads of tomatoes or onions or heavenly smelling peonies!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Cnf_UZdmQPlQizvLpLWnWKRO8aOht74iw3b3C9pGE_GaQu8kGkTTL62px4RahrHvG_rt1HUca0ex896XZAZ1ILkytt4a8Xw7eGfuNpVWp-qj_YyWp0Ub2_xhQJIy7vM8BzL0LUcqF18/s1600/IMG_5741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Cnf_UZdmQPlQizvLpLWnWKRO8aOht74iw3b3C9pGE_GaQu8kGkTTL62px4RahrHvG_rt1HUca0ex896XZAZ1ILkytt4a8Xw7eGfuNpVWp-qj_YyWp0Ub2_xhQJIy7vM8BzL0LUcqF18/s1600/IMG_5741.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They would get misty eyed as they told you that tiny ones were bundled and cradled and wrapped in their fabric. They were called to dry little one's tears and dirty hands and once in a while they were even used as a hankie for little noses!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They would tell of all the dinner parties, and family holidays they attended because I was just too tired from cooking to care to take them off!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One special blue apron would tell you about the first time my daughter put my apron on and how it made me cry because she looked so grown up in it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They have been called into action as a dish towel and even as a pot holder.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They have been washed and bleached and stain sticked a thousand times!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And they would also tell you that they feel important and loved and responsible and needed!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddW8EHOy9ooxaBmz7tXqFA69r9Ywn5i3GtM8pFyPY0glhxc0S19UxVEhug3vDCH4ydYCZMUg97eoadgRNe3Fr_R6sRZ9DEqIpEnCC9iwTHkBXI8zAYAErNE0LtSI2If_O-S4kDGdPGI0/s1600/aprons+and+flowers-stonegableblog.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddW8EHOy9ooxaBmz7tXqFA69r9Ywn5i3GtM8pFyPY0glhxc0S19UxVEhug3vDCH4ydYCZMUg97eoadgRNe3Fr_R6sRZ9DEqIpEnCC9iwTHkBXI8zAYAErNE0LtSI2If_O-S4kDGdPGI0/s1600/aprons+and+flowers-stonegableblog.com.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, me and my army of capable aprons have lived a whole lot of wonderful life together!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a post with step-by-step instructions for making a bib apron...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.stonegableblog.com/2010/07/apron-tutorial.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">APRON TUTORIAL</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><img height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5WejNC3uIQYM3ov2lWpmTgHd-s2ZapRz94g46PaZYXvHqlz37JIxr8crKBPOozNhij50c1AuWXaf-ZjjZUfs0eYCBBq8tVsqN6CwhTi-oBVr18_O9QEqIayiZWuH4RBZr6NabSsFhw1A/s640/Copy+of+IMG_8210.JPG" width="427" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Remember to<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-pin-do="buttonBookmark" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/create/button/"><img src="//assets.pinterest.com/images/pidgets/pinit_fg_en_rect_gray_20.png" /></a><!-- Please call pinit.js only once per page --><script async="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js" type="text/javascript"></script></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Na0lH-vBWNUyaMPK6XVfPJy72kbPWIyk22Zyq3ZkBAdum73OBj-SaKdCQf6Ws7siUA_4DPdCgeq7cYzR_wN8xpEArSjcLC13bfv1TKIW-Ed7hqJKUDcNi9Da4eMgqymGS6HCmjHB3yY/s1600/SUMMER+APRON+STRINGS-TITLE+PAGE-stonegableblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Na0lH-vBWNUyaMPK6XVfPJy72kbPWIyk22Zyq3ZkBAdum73OBj-SaKdCQf6Ws7siUA_4DPdCgeq7cYzR_wN8xpEArSjcLC13bfv1TKIW-Ed7hqJKUDcNi9Da4eMgqymGS6HCmjHB3yY/s1600/SUMMER+APRON+STRINGS-TITLE+PAGE-stonegableblog.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />I'm partying at...<br /><a href="http://www.savvysouthernstyle.net/2014/05/wow-us-wednesdays-171.html" target="_blank">WOW US WEDNESDAY</a></div></div>

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