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.
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?
NCISaddict
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.
Clare Walsh
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.
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..
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.
ewwvalerie
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.
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.
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 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
Megan
Put on the damn apron! Dont mess up your clothes. Put on the muthafu..i apron.! Mom please stop yelling at me.
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”.
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!
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.
thy türk hava yollarında bir kişi çalışıyor. bukişi çok önemli bir kişi çünkü müdür
zehra
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
teri sanders
I had a blue and white apron that had cars , and butterflys on it .
griffin
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.
blake
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.
christopher bozak
i love were my apron. i always were one when i cook with my grandma or mom .I bake cookies with them.
rayanne janota
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.
cecelia
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.
My mom wears a apron when she makes desserts. Sometimes my mom forgets to put it on and get cake mix all over her.
Mireya Barrientes
i had a white apron and i was cooking a turky and i got a bunch of grease on my apron.
jeff
my mom dosn’t ware an apron. She useally ruins her t- shirt.
Morgan Blank
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.
anhtony
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.
maddy avery
i was baking cookies and used my apron so i would not get dirty.
morgan
my apron has a cow oon it and and and by the way i dont i dont likec cooking
conner
i own a apron that is black and white. It is those colors because i like the white sox.
eric antczak76
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.
Levi
SOMETHING you use to keep yourself clean while cooking!
thy air plane apron card my mum funny transportation funny times my favourite air mark very well people
zehra
I always were aprons when I cook with my mom. It is aweasome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
skylaar
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 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.
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?
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.
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.
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..
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.
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.
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.
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 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
Put on the damn apron! Dont mess up your clothes. Put on the muthafu..i apron.! Mom please stop yelling at me.
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”.
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!
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.
thy türk hava yollarında bir kişi çalışıyor. bukişi çok önemli bir kişi çünkü müdür
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
I had a blue and white apron that had cars , and butterflys on it .
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.
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.
i love were my apron. i always were one when i cook with my grandma or mom .I bake cookies with them.
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.
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.
My mom wears a apron when she makes desserts. Sometimes my mom forgets to put it on and get cake mix all over her.
i had a white apron and i was cooking a turky and i got a bunch of grease on my apron.
my mom dosn’t ware an apron. She useally ruins her t- shirt.
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.
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.
i was baking cookies and used my apron so i would not get dirty.
my apron has a cow oon it and and and by the way i dont i dont likec cooking
i own a apron that is black and white. It is those colors because i like the white sox.
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.
SOMETHING you use to keep yourself clean while cooking!
thy air plane apron card my mum funny transportation funny times my favourite air mark very well people
I always were aprons when I cook with my mom. It is aweasome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.