The mother was in the kitchen preparing the daily lunch bags for the children to take to school. She was wearing her beloved apron. The apron was a gift from her mother. It was tattering and wearing a fringe at the edges but the mother would not give it up at all.
my mother wears a pink and green apron when she’s cooking. my dad used to wear an old green apron that he got at King’s but it isn’t here anymore. just the pretty new things we got now that its just us girls
I wanted to wesr an apron for my holiday cooking. The only problem was that I could not find it. I looked all over the house for it, and it was no where. So, I made all my cooking, and ruined about 3 tee shirts from all the spilling I did on it.
The blacksmith dusted his hands on the leather apron while glaring at the children standing in his doorway. “What do you want?” He grunted. Tavis trailed a foot in the dirt nervously. “We need spikes….” He said softly. “Bout this big, and made of steel, if you can.” He smiled up at the angry man who seemed to melt a bit at the boy’s earnest grin. “Fine, fine.” The man growled, turning away to his anvil.
I have an apron. It’s my favvorite thing in the world. I don’t think i could live without it. I use it for almost everything. I don’t know what to do if i can’t find it because it’s worth everthing. I love it.
well, one time my grandma bought me a apron a cocola apron i loved it. it was awsome!!!!until i lost it boo!!!!!! That was my first apron. Well i guess you just loose stuff. well it happened to me alot, i use it for cooking and painting or drawling.
cover your
everything.
cover it
from splatter
and dirt
and every little
unwanted
nothing that
could ruin your day.
cover it all.
And make it disappear
when done.
I wanted to get apron for my birthday. But I got a cookbook instead. that was a bad choies becase everyone got me the same thing and the same cookbook.
grandmas cookies, and the smell of sweetness thru her apt…she always wore an apron and the cookie dough would get on it and made her look even more beautiful than she already was
He’s not that brave when he’s staring down at the shining surface of the metal table, his face a distorted, blurry visage before him. He wipes his sweaty palms on the course fabric of his robe and pulls at the dangling ties of his apron with all three of his fingers. Maybe when Maven came back he would better prepared to dissect a human being. At this moment in time, he couldn’t quite wrap his oddly shaped blue head around the vomit-inducing procedure–yet.
What people wear when they are working in the kitchen to prevent their clothes from getting soiled from the cooking ingredients. It is a symbol of motherly love and affection — such is worn when freshly baked cookies are presented to hungry children — aprons and oven mitts!
what i remember most about my grandmother was her apron. it was dark blue, but always clouded with flour and sugar, smears of batter and butter. she made the best cookies, the best breads. she made comfort. warmth. she made “home”.
I tied the apron tight as I prepared myself for the fiasco that was about to occur. There wasn’t a single dish in sight. This operation required goggles. Oh yes, goggles, and gloves. Slippery yellow gloves. I meant business this time. There was no stopping me. I should have grabbed a mask as well, but I
My apron is dirty from having cooked so much,slaving away at the stove all week for a family of 16-when will it ever get cleaned? I guess the washing machine load is next. Aprons,least my clothes are kept clean.
I was often accused of hiding behind my mother’s apron strings. Hey, it was a pretty safe place. Probably I should have come from behind them sooner, the more I think about it.
They told me, “Wear an apron. Wear that ugly, one-size fits all, piece of trash that’s been worn by so many broken souls before you. Wear it while you sling out coffee and throw out smelly grounds. Wear it while you become increasingly sick of the smell of all things bakery. Wear it while you waste your time and bust your ass for minimum wage.” So I did.
when i was little my grandma cindy made aprons for me and my younger brothers. she’s really handy like that. she goes to all kinds of craft shows. i used to help her sometimes. but i haven’t for a while.
A housewife, a mother, a woman. A dream of mine is to live on my own with the one I love.. is it even possible for me? I wonder daily as I dayddream if anything good can come out of me yet..
The ties are pulled tighter, snug around her waist, cynching in her sides and causing her to stand just a little taller. She puts her weight on the counter top, taking a few shorter breaths, waiting to find herself right back in the moment.
The apron covered her legs, smeared with flour and hints of nutmeg. Its bright blue and green pattern brightens up the room, making even fig pudding seem exciting. It sways while she sways, humming around the kitchen. It is tied with a white lace ribbon, homemade by her three daughters.
I tie the strings behind my back and step towards the new oven. I know that I can’t screw this one up, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I know. I can’t not screw this up! I have been fired from my last 7 or 8 jobs. God, why can’t I just keep this one?
I wish nothing but the best for you; you in your ‘kiss the chef’ apron; you in your red high heels; you and your goofy smile. It was that apron that I first saw you and it was in that apron when I last. It was you I fell in love with. You pulled the apron off well.
The mother was in the kitchen preparing the daily lunch bags for the children to take to school. She was wearing her beloved apron. The apron was a gift from her mother. It was tattering and wearing a fringe at the edges but the mother would not give it up at all.
By j.renee on 01.06.2012
my mother wears a pink and green apron when she’s cooking. my dad used to wear an old green apron that he got at King’s but it isn’t here anymore. just the pretty new things we got now that its just us girls
By Kate Roe URL on 01.06.2012
I wanted to wesr an apron for my holiday cooking. The only problem was that I could not find it. I looked all over the house for it, and it was no where. So, I made all my cooking, and ruined about 3 tee shirts from all the spilling I did on it.
By Mrs. Stuckert on 01.06.2012
The blacksmith dusted his hands on the leather apron while glaring at the children standing in his doorway. “What do you want?” He grunted. Tavis trailed a foot in the dirt nervously. “We need spikes….” He said softly. “Bout this big, and made of steel, if you can.” He smiled up at the angry man who seemed to melt a bit at the boy’s earnest grin. “Fine, fine.” The man growled, turning away to his anvil.
By heather URL on 01.06.2012
I always were aprons when I cook with my mom. It is aweasome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By skylaar on 01.06.2012
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By zehra URL on 01.06.2012
SOMETHING you use to keep yourself clean while cooking!
By Allison URL on 01.06.2012
I have an apron. It’s my favvorite thing in the world. I don’t think i could live without it. I use it for almost everything. I don’t know what to do if i can’t find it because it’s worth everthing. I love it.
By Levi on 01.06.2012
i own a apron that is black and white. It is those colors because i like the white sox.
By eric antczak76 on 01.06.2012
my apron has a cow oon it and and and by the way i dont i dont likec cooking
By conner on 01.06.2012
i was baking cookies and used my apron so i would not get dirty.
By morgan on 01.06.2012
well, one time my grandma bought me a apron a cocola apron i loved it. it was awsome!!!!until i lost it boo!!!!!! That was my first apron. Well i guess you just loose stuff. well it happened to me alot, i use it for cooking and painting or drawling.
By maddy avery on 01.06.2012
My mom wears an apron every time she cooks. she likes it alot when she cooks she sings alll the time. she loves here apron alot.
By anhtony on 01.06.2012
my mom dosn’t ware an apron. She useally ruins her t- shirt.
By Morgan Blank on 01.06.2012
i had a white apron and i was cooking a turky and i got a bunch of grease on my apron.
By jeff on 01.06.2012
My mom wears a apron when she makes desserts. Sometimes my mom forgets to put it on and get cake mix all over her.
By Mireya Barrientes on 01.06.2012
cover your
everything.
cover it
from splatter
and dirt
and every little
unwanted
nothing that
could ruin your day.
cover it all.
And make it disappear
when done.
By NuSol URL on 01.06.2012
i use my apron to cook. i cook all differnt kinds of things with my apron. one day i lost my apron and i couldn’t cook.
By cecelia on 01.06.2012
i love were my apron. i always were one when i cook with my grandma or mom .I bake cookies with them.
By rayanne janota on 01.06.2012
I wanted to get apron for my birthday. But I got a cookbook instead. that was a bad choies becase everyone got me the same thing and the same cookbook.
By christopher bozak on 01.06.2012
my cousin got a new bears aapron for christmas.He loves so much.it so cool.he thinks that i am jealous of hiim but i’m really not.
By blake on 01.06.2012
I had a blue and white apron that had cars , and butterflys on it .
By griffin on 01.06.2012
grandmas cookies, and the smell of sweetness thru her apt…she always wore an apron and the cookie dough would get on it and made her look even more beautiful than she already was
By teri sanders on 01.06.2012
thy türk hava yollarında bir kişi çalışıyor. bukişi çok önemli bir kişi çünkü müdür
By zehra URL on 01.06.2012
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By Mrs. Stuckert on 01.06.2012
He’s not that brave when he’s staring down at the shining surface of the metal table, his face a distorted, blurry visage before him. He wipes his sweaty palms on the course fabric of his robe and pulls at the dangling ties of his apron with all three of his fingers. Maybe when Maven came back he would better prepared to dissect a human being. At this moment in time, he couldn’t quite wrap his oddly shaped blue head around the vomit-inducing procedure–yet.
By N.J. URL on 01.06.2012
What people wear when they are working in the kitchen to prevent their clothes from getting soiled from the cooking ingredients. It is a symbol of motherly love and affection — such is worn when freshly baked cookies are presented to hungry children — aprons and oven mitts!
By Shaunak URL on 01.06.2012
what i remember most about my grandmother was her apron. it was dark blue, but always clouded with flour and sugar, smears of batter and butter. she made the best cookies, the best breads. she made comfort. warmth. she made “home”.
By Mathewson URL on 01.06.2012
Put on the damn apron! Dont mess up your clothes. Put on the muthafu..i apron.! Mom please stop yelling at me.
By melodyroop URL on 01.06.2012
I tied the apron tight as I prepared myself for the fiasco that was about to occur. There wasn’t a single dish in sight. This operation required goggles. Oh yes, goggles, and gloves. Slippery yellow gloves. I meant business this time. There was no stopping me. I should have grabbed a mask as well, but I
By Megan on 01.06.2012
My apron is dirty from having cooked so much,slaving away at the stove all week for a family of 16-when will it ever get cleaned? I guess the washing machine load is next. Aprons,least my clothes are kept clean.
By Imogen URL on 01.06.2012
I was often accused of hiding behind my mother’s apron strings. Hey, it was a pretty safe place. Probably I should have come from behind them sooner, the more I think about it.
By David URL on 01.06.2012
They told me, “Wear an apron. Wear that ugly, one-size fits all, piece of trash that’s been worn by so many broken souls before you. Wear it while you sling out coffee and throw out smelly grounds. Wear it while you become increasingly sick of the smell of all things bakery. Wear it while you waste your time and bust your ass for minimum wage.” So I did.
By michelle michelle michelle URL on 01.06.2012
when i was little my grandma cindy made aprons for me and my younger brothers. she’s really handy like that. she goes to all kinds of craft shows. i used to help her sometimes. but i haven’t for a while.
By ewwvalerie on 01.06.2012
A housewife, a mother, a woman. A dream of mine is to live on my own with the one I love.. is it even possible for me? I wonder daily as I dayddream if anything good can come out of me yet..
By Patience URL on 01.06.2012
The ties are pulled tighter, snug around her waist, cynching in her sides and causing her to stand just a little taller. She puts her weight on the counter top, taking a few shorter breaths, waiting to find herself right back in the moment.
By emay URL on 01.06.2012
The apron covered her legs, smeared with flour and hints of nutmeg. Its bright blue and green pattern brightens up the room, making even fig pudding seem exciting. It sways while she sways, humming around the kitchen. It is tied with a white lace ribbon, homemade by her three daughters.
By Clare Walsh on 01.06.2012
I tie the strings behind my back and step towards the new oven. I know that I can’t screw this one up, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I know. I can’t not screw this up! I have been fired from my last 7 or 8 jobs. God, why can’t I just keep this one?
By NCISaddict on 01.06.2012
I wish nothing but the best for you; you in your ‘kiss the chef’ apron; you in your red high heels; you and your goofy smile. It was that apron that I first saw you and it was in that apron when I last. It was you I fell in love with. You pulled the apron off well.
By Pen URL on 01.06.2012