i guess i don’t really understand what i’m supposed to write about. it just doesn’t make sense. One word? that’s just absolutely crazy. I think there should be a million words to describe this whole process. You can’t put your feelings and all of that into just one word. It takes a life time to express how you feel and what your life means. It’s an on going process
melissa
she untied the apron and chucked it to the floor. banged the pans around, knocking them down as well. threw flour into the air and was collapsed, sobbing on the ground by the time it fell.
eieio
Aprons protect ya from getting things all over you…but some people dont deserve protecting…like my boyfriends brother…he needs to open his eyes and see that he is the village idiot.
cece
I have no idea what this word is supposed to mean
Anonymous
I used to help my mother cook dinner all the time and she would always wear this pink apron that came just below the knees. It would constantly be covered with spaghetti sauce or flour from the delicious cookies that she would be baking. I miss that apron as well as the scrumptous meals my mother used to make when things were simple and I was a child.
When I was a child.
Flour fell from her fingers onto her stark white apron. She barely noticed it as she continued to knead the bread dough. The lovely smells of baking filled the room. She loved baking so much. It was her life. Her love. Baking was who she was.
misha
Mummy’s apron always smelled good. I suppose it was the fact she baked apple pie every sunday, and made sure to not wash it until the following saturday.
Nevertheless, it was a hoarsse old think, with coffee and wine stains proudly decorated on it.
Dalia
her apron strings tied loosely behind her flowed as the most beutiful brides dress. as she poured my coffi
Anonymous
Only those with a passion for the kitchen wear aprons. It’s the symbol of feeling at home with food, cooking and cooking utensils. They are not overalls!
Don McCoy
My tiny hands tugged on the thick apron and the wearer looked down on me and smiled.
“The cookies will be ready soon, dear.”
I nodded and went back to my coloring.
As she stands next to the stove, breathing lightly, the soup bubbles and a drop of broccoli cheese soup gently rolls down her apron.
John K.
cape white
Anonymous
So found the apron to cover her naked body as the knock was heard at the door. It was the gorgeous UPS man, holding a package with Good Vibrations stamped across the front. They locked eyes…what would happen next.
Merry
tring pull mess wipe around the house ruffle fluffy silly rubber clean edge of the stage i don’t wear one usually and tha tis a good thng fo rme…ha!
Anonymous
i need to make aprons for my mother like i promised her i never follow through with these things i want people to see me as trustworthy but how can they i never give anything of myself my time my skills my attention anything my mother is waiting
Anonymous
the apron upon your body has the smell of intimacy.
the ribbons in your hair have me aching to be nothing but touching any part of you
sprouts
cutting off those apron strings. soon, soon.. it’s a good song too, everything but the girl sounds so eighties. maybe they are eighties, from the eighties, i don’t know. i’ll google them tomorrow. i’m listening to mitch hedberg and cannot be bothered, no. what does composition mean? some people would say “put it in a sentence” but i need a little more. “put it in a play”. you gotta start a show strong and end a show strong, those are the two key elements, you can’t be like pancakes. all exciting at first but by the end you’re fucking sick of em. – mitch
October 3rd, 2009.
Christine D. O.
nice fresh baked muffins, i love how the kitchen oppresses the wife, daughter, sister, aunt. nice & frsh
bobby diy.logan@gmail.com
(in case you didn’t get the story, she, frustrated at her lowly housewife position, killed their son and fed him to her husband. just like in mythology)
Luke!
aprons are used for cooking. it reminds me of my dad. he doesn’t actually wear an apron, but he does love to cook. i adore my dad’s cooking. he makes the most amazing meals and every time i am away from home i miss it dearly. my sister also likes to cook and every time i go to visit her in madison she is cooking something delicious. i think that i need to learn to cook as well.
Alyssa
She came into the dining room, smiling. “Dinner’s on!” she said.
Ah, what a lovely, perfect wife, I thought to myself. “Lovely,” I said, “Where’s Jimmy? His dinner’s going to get cold,”
She smiled again, and set to serving.
Luke!
a mothers wearing an apron and cleaning the house for her husband and kids and doing the dishes and cleaning. or it could be a housekeeper doing the same thing and working hard.
odelia
You pull it out of the dusty cuboard. Its time to once again put on the oven mits and bake some cookies.
kerri
i used to wear aprons at work, but im thinking of quiting
i dont really like my job, the boss kinda sucks,. i was supposed to get alcohol from one of my workbuddies, but he hasnt texted me back.. im kinda mad, why7 wont he answer?
I really want to go to the party i would go to if i got alcohol
its kaitlyn partty
i really like her alot
liiiii
An apron was all she wore when I came home from my tour in a distant land. In her eyes tears of silver streamed down her face. She smiled and pulled me close, holding me in the moment for eternity.
twitter.com/WillCreates
the chef’s apron had all the colours of the soup!!
Anonymous
its something you wear when you cook
karmen
You know, I feel like I cheated you here, Oneword.
The excitement should be waiting to see the purple letters, but instead I look at the top of my browser where it appears a little quicker.
White bandstands
Recollected apples
That don’t even look (or taste)
like Apples but we called them that
anyways when we were kids in our backyard.
I guess it doesn’t really matter
if it was an apple or not.
They all tasted like shit
to us.
Cheyenne.
she had a red apron in the picture. Her young face smiled amusedly at whoever made the picture. How come such a pretty woman turned into a dangerous old bitch, Luce wondered.
kaitoleen
apron
Anonymous
ihad one reel of her standing in her apron in a kitchen singing the re were no intertitles so it was just her openng and closing her mouth ilast sawthefilm years ago forgot aboutit until recently when iwas cloeaning out my closet iopende the box and the nhitrate had turned to jelly
rarrrg
she was wearing an apron the day that her father died. She didn’t know why the smell of the old linen made her think of him. She missed the way he used to cook outside in it. It still bore the faded KISS THE COOK logo on it. She then put the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger
Ty
She sighed as she wrapped the apron strings around her waist nimbly working the knot with her fingers. She turned and opened the fridge. She sighed again.
bonmotgirl
it was hot in the kitchen. the sweat dripped down his face thats how hot it was. off his face, slashing onto the floor in a tiny puddle next to his shoe. gross. his shoes were pretty gross too. ratty-ass vans. he skated way too much in them.
MelanieMatranga@yahoo.com
I think aprons are god. Seriously, if you spill crap on yourself, it’s the apron that gets it, not you. It’s like a shield that protects you from embarrassing “My pants are wet, no I DIDN’T wet myself” times.
Yves
I have a cat apron from Malaysia. I wore it to foods class in grade 10, 11, and 12. It’s blue and the cat is purple. My aunt has the same apron. hooray!
Polly
she wears it while she cooks the children dinner. its red and white. her mother gave it to her. she thinks about her mother when she bakes. she never bakes enough
her
i saw some aprons at steinmart that were really cute. made me kind of want to be a housewife and make something really tasty like an apple pie. I like pie it’s yummy. or blackberry i like blackberries
susanna
a housewife in a sunny kitchen cooking for the day to come, waltzing around in her dress and getting the pie ready for
aboo
So, I saw her standing there in just an apron, nothing else. It was kind of unnerving, and at the same time, pretty surreal.
I’ve seen this kind of thing in anime, I’ve seen it in my dreams, but never did I expect to find it, her, well, YOU, standing in my kitchen, wearing naught but an apron.
Well, naturally, I kind of stood there and stared in wonder.
i guess i don’t really understand what i’m supposed to write about. it just doesn’t make sense. One word? that’s just absolutely crazy. I think there should be a million words to describe this whole process. You can’t put your feelings and all of that into just one word. It takes a life time to express how you feel and what your life means. It’s an on going process
she untied the apron and chucked it to the floor. banged the pans around, knocking them down as well. threw flour into the air and was collapsed, sobbing on the ground by the time it fell.
Aprons protect ya from getting things all over you…but some people dont deserve protecting…like my boyfriends brother…he needs to open his eyes and see that he is the village idiot.
I have no idea what this word is supposed to mean
I used to help my mother cook dinner all the time and she would always wear this pink apron that came just below the knees. It would constantly be covered with spaghetti sauce or flour from the delicious cookies that she would be baking. I miss that apron as well as the scrumptous meals my mother used to make when things were simple and I was a child.
Flour fell from her fingers onto her stark white apron. She barely noticed it as she continued to knead the bread dough. The lovely smells of baking filled the room. She loved baking so much. It was her life. Her love. Baking was who she was.
Mummy’s apron always smelled good. I suppose it was the fact she baked apple pie every sunday, and made sure to not wash it until the following saturday.
Nevertheless, it was a hoarsse old think, with coffee and wine stains proudly decorated on it.
her apron strings tied loosely behind her flowed as the most beutiful brides dress. as she poured my coffi
Only those with a passion for the kitchen wear aprons. It’s the symbol of feeling at home with food, cooking and cooking utensils. They are not overalls!
My tiny hands tugged on the thick apron and the wearer looked down on me and smiled.
“The cookies will be ready soon, dear.”
I nodded and went back to my coloring.
As she stands next to the stove, breathing lightly, the soup bubbles and a drop of broccoli cheese soup gently rolls down her apron.
cape white
So found the apron to cover her naked body as the knock was heard at the door. It was the gorgeous UPS man, holding a package with Good Vibrations stamped across the front. They locked eyes…what would happen next.
tring pull mess wipe around the house ruffle fluffy silly rubber clean edge of the stage i don’t wear one usually and tha tis a good thng fo rme…ha!
i need to make aprons for my mother like i promised her i never follow through with these things i want people to see me as trustworthy but how can they i never give anything of myself my time my skills my attention anything my mother is waiting
the apron upon your body has the smell of intimacy.
the ribbons in your hair have me aching to be nothing but touching any part of you
cutting off those apron strings. soon, soon.. it’s a good song too, everything but the girl sounds so eighties. maybe they are eighties, from the eighties, i don’t know. i’ll google them tomorrow. i’m listening to mitch hedberg and cannot be bothered, no. what does composition mean? some people would say “put it in a sentence” but i need a little more. “put it in a play”. you gotta start a show strong and end a show strong, those are the two key elements, you can’t be like pancakes. all exciting at first but by the end you’re fucking sick of em. – mitch
October 3rd, 2009.
nice fresh baked muffins, i love how the kitchen oppresses the wife, daughter, sister, aunt. nice & frsh
(in case you didn’t get the story, she, frustrated at her lowly housewife position, killed their son and fed him to her husband. just like in mythology)
aprons are used for cooking. it reminds me of my dad. he doesn’t actually wear an apron, but he does love to cook. i adore my dad’s cooking. he makes the most amazing meals and every time i am away from home i miss it dearly. my sister also likes to cook and every time i go to visit her in madison she is cooking something delicious. i think that i need to learn to cook as well.
She came into the dining room, smiling. “Dinner’s on!” she said.
Ah, what a lovely, perfect wife, I thought to myself. “Lovely,” I said, “Where’s Jimmy? His dinner’s going to get cold,”
She smiled again, and set to serving.
a mothers wearing an apron and cleaning the house for her husband and kids and doing the dishes and cleaning. or it could be a housekeeper doing the same thing and working hard.
You pull it out of the dusty cuboard. Its time to once again put on the oven mits and bake some cookies.
i used to wear aprons at work, but im thinking of quiting
i dont really like my job, the boss kinda sucks,. i was supposed to get alcohol from one of my workbuddies, but he hasnt texted me back.. im kinda mad, why7 wont he answer?
I really want to go to the party i would go to if i got alcohol
its kaitlyn partty
i really like her alot
An apron was all she wore when I came home from my tour in a distant land. In her eyes tears of silver streamed down her face. She smiled and pulled me close, holding me in the moment for eternity.
the chef’s apron had all the colours of the soup!!
its something you wear when you cook
You know, I feel like I cheated you here, Oneword.
The excitement should be waiting to see the purple letters, but instead I look at the top of my browser where it appears a little quicker.
White bandstands
Recollected apples
That don’t even look (or taste)
like Apples but we called them that
anyways when we were kids in our backyard.
I guess it doesn’t really matter
if it was an apple or not.
They all tasted like shit
to us.
she had a red apron in the picture. Her young face smiled amusedly at whoever made the picture. How come such a pretty woman turned into a dangerous old bitch, Luce wondered.
apron
ihad one reel of her standing in her apron in a kitchen singing the re were no intertitles so it was just her openng and closing her mouth ilast sawthefilm years ago forgot aboutit until recently when iwas cloeaning out my closet iopende the box and the nhitrate had turned to jelly
she was wearing an apron the day that her father died. She didn’t know why the smell of the old linen made her think of him. She missed the way he used to cook outside in it. It still bore the faded KISS THE COOK logo on it. She then put the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger
She sighed as she wrapped the apron strings around her waist nimbly working the knot with her fingers. She turned and opened the fridge. She sighed again.
it was hot in the kitchen. the sweat dripped down his face thats how hot it was. off his face, slashing onto the floor in a tiny puddle next to his shoe. gross. his shoes were pretty gross too. ratty-ass vans. he skated way too much in them.
I think aprons are god. Seriously, if you spill crap on yourself, it’s the apron that gets it, not you. It’s like a shield that protects you from embarrassing “My pants are wet, no I DIDN’T wet myself” times.
I have a cat apron from Malaysia. I wore it to foods class in grade 10, 11, and 12. It’s blue and the cat is purple. My aunt has the same apron. hooray!
she wears it while she cooks the children dinner. its red and white. her mother gave it to her. she thinks about her mother when she bakes. she never bakes enough
i saw some aprons at steinmart that were really cute. made me kind of want to be a housewife and make something really tasty like an apple pie. I like pie it’s yummy. or blackberry i like blackberries
a housewife in a sunny kitchen cooking for the day to come, waltzing around in her dress and getting the pie ready for
So, I saw her standing there in just an apron, nothing else. It was kind of unnerving, and at the same time, pretty surreal.
I’ve seen this kind of thing in anime, I’ve seen it in my dreams, but never did I expect to find it, her, well, YOU, standing in my kitchen, wearing naught but an apron.
Well, naturally, I kind of stood there and stared in wonder.