my mo uses apron in the kitchen especially when she cooks. sometimes she gets dirty smetimes she doesnt.. i dont like wearing them because they get in my way i also dont like the cheesy things on them.. i prefer to be o natural! lol any way also i dont liek cookling that much so i really dont need an apron! lol also i just dont like the way they fit
Allison
I love aprons. They protect you, they defend you. They acompany you in the kitchen and they don’t care if you’re a woman or a man. Love em. They like it dirty, too.
katie.
why is this word up here. there is no reason. sooooo random. uhmm
i used to have an apron when i was little. it said little chef on it. my mom had one i made her when i was in brownies. it had her name on it with flowers and such. it was never used butttt it stayed in the closet cause she couldn’t throw it out. i had made it for her. why would she?
Kori
The apron I wear is a heirloom. It was my Great, great, great grandmothers’. It has patches and stains and its a dark blue muslin. Who knew all the history and dishes made while wearing this.
Allie
baking. cooking. mom. cookies. food. fresh baked. apple pie.
Jeff
Oh how I wish I had an apron…there is one at sur la table….I don’t know if that’s how you spell it…any way, it is polka dotted… and is trimmed to look as though it has a mini skirt with ruffles below the waste. I want it.
Tressa
small and worn around the waste. stops spills. and stains. hate stains. so much work to remove. remove myself. harder to remove than a stain.
Anonymous
Her apron hung low on her frame. She walked across hard wooden floors in her victorian home like the ghost she now is in my mind. She slept She dreamt, she lived. Or rather she had a life of sorts, complete with strife and the agony of the doldrums.
Chuck Lit
I tied the apron around my neck when he walked in. He smiled coyly at me and kissed me on the forehead. I reached in the oven and pulled out the pie. He told me I was the best and we celebrated with our friends. Thanksgiving in our new home.
Kimberly
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kim
The apron still smelled like her perfume. As he closed his eyes and inhaled, he could almost remember her laugh, remember her bright smile every time she tugged on the apron. He remembered how she loved to wear it to bake cookies, always getting flour on herself on purpose. Unless she actually tried, she never got very dirty, and she didn’t see the point in wearing an apron, in even cooking, unless you got dirty.
Ally
He didn’t wear aprons, because he was scared they would cramp his style.
It had already been cramped enough, what with that whole ‘incident’ last week. Would I ever get over it, he wondered. He wasnt the type of person to do such things, no matter how hard he tried.
Patrick
My grandmother shook her head in disbelief as I tied the apron around my waist. In her time, it was a woman’s responsibility to take care of the household. Cooking was something men only did once in a while, on a whim.
vish
The apron stage allowed closer contact with the audience. I watched the curve at the edge of the stage from the wings with some trepidation. This was my first stage performance and I was feeling so sick with fright that my index finger traced a line across the wall and dabbed at the fire alarm.
LuLu
the blood covered apron went on as smoothly as it ever did the victim was lying face down so there dead eyes wouldn’t look at him when he sliced and hacked .The apron was once white but now red and rust colored .the blood ages old and stunk of murder but he refused to give it up it was lucky for him, his charm.
Anonymous
a mother might wear one to cook or clean. 1950s style. Very chic and all that. Tied to the mothers apron strings…
lucinda
the blood covered apron went on as smoothly as it ever did the victim was lying face down so there dead eyes wouldn’t look at him when he sliced and hacked .The apron was once white but now red and rust colored .the blood ages old and stuck of murder but he refused to give it up it was licky for him his charm
Anonymous
She wore the apron proudly, caressing the faded ribbons.
“Grandma would have loved to see you in that.” Her mother said from the doorway, a sad smile on her face.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she smiled. “Yes, she would.”
Hannah
The waitress was standing at the counter, a white apron around her waist.
” Hurry up with that burger!” I yelled. My stomach was growling, I was starving.
She looked up at me and a glared.
” It’ll be right out,” she answered with hast.
Nikki
wow, did your mom wear an apron? mine did and my grandmothers too. aprons make me think of the holidays, of baking, and then of art projects. and painting on an easel- what fun, it could get the creative juices flowing
d
momm dirty flowers fancy straps marie
this remidnds me of the one i made for gerry for his bdya with stripes adn a tiger maybe if i wore one i would not get those circles on my shrits. I know my mom has a whole drawer of them and kathy has some too in fact i think i have a thanksginv one.
Anonymous
Aprons are for sissies. If you are really worried about your clothes, wear a lab coat. If not, then no need for an apron. Unless, you are trying to get a different kind of attention.
Cynthia Davidson
As she walked toward me she removed her apron and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she moved closer and closer. As she reached me and I could feel her lips as I though she would kiss me, but she pulled out a knife and stabbed me.
John Wilkerson
I never knew anyone who wore an apron until I got a job at a grocery store. Then I wore one. I don’t like it. It’s maroon and feels like it’s made out of burlap. It’s more like canvas. It hurts my neck after too long. At my other job, a gay guy wears an apron all day long.
Dave W.
i want to fuck oprah winfrey in the kitchen while she is wearing nothing but an apron with a flamingo on it
calculon
long white that which lets you ve safe,
Coveror
comforter
baking protector. That which maidens where from years of old.
Apron
connor
nu stiu ce inseamna
Anonymous
red apron sitting on my chair in front of my eisel. is that how you spell easel? no, firefox says no. i also have two aprons, both are for art. k bye
bethany
The apron that my mother never wore was a beautiful one.
It’s sexy to wear aprons in the kitchen and even sexier to wear them in all the rooms. like the bathroom the living room and the bedroom.
long live the apron.
Beatriz Encarnacion
Wear around your neck, use when baking and cooking. Keeps you nice and clean, i only make brownines, so i only get cocoa powder on mine. It has farm animals on it. Very interesting.
Daniel M
My apron used to day “Kiss the Cook”, but it caught on fire and now it just says “the Cook”. No one ever kissed me anyway.
grergort
The world spun into cakes, pies, and cookies. A small woman wearing a flour covered apron smiled down at the children and sold them pies.
The angry old man glared at the children and the apron and gave the pies.
The children looked at both equally, and always gave the old woman a nickel for their pies.
Chrys Wise
wearing one to do household chores. can be sexy and sexist…sometimes both.
Anonymous
She loved the apron, it wass more dear to her then her husband. It was her favorite child and her walks under a moonless sky. It was the scent of fresh pies baked by her mother. The apron was worth more than her own life. It was hers, and her life. To destroy it would be to destroy her, to stain it would be to stain her.
Chrys Wise
well those are used when people cook in kitchens and they come in all sorts of colors andusually they have a pocket. i’m hungry kind of but i’ve never even worn an apron. maybe i ahve i can’t remember. okay so ya. ummm usually dont htey have flowers on them? i think they do. i’m hungry again. not thirsty. the re are drink all around me. like water and cherry from sonic
marissa
I recall my mum wearing an apron while cooking, back in the 50s and 60s. I don’t wear an apron often, unless working on pies or cooking a turkey dinner. It’s just not in my daily wear.
suzyq
I gathered all the cooking utensils I needed and put on my apron, it was black, slightly too big but I liked it. It had been my mother’s and if I looked at it closely I could still see the blood stains from when she had used it, sometimes I wanted to add to them but at the same time I didn’t want to ruin it with my amateur display of skills. So I wore a diffewrent apron over it until I felt skilled enough to wear hers properly.
sophy
Never worn one, my mother didn’t wear one. Mostly seen them on TVs, old-time TV shows, or occasionally modern ones with actual chefs.
Sometimes they say silly things.
Rob Nease
I splated paint at ny brother I dont know why but I did .Lckily he was wearing a apron that used to be dark red but now was multicoulored….
Abigail
He tied his mother’s apron around his waist and he took out all the ingredients he would need. He had made this recipe a million times before with his mother, so this wouldn’t be a new thing for him. He put in the flour, milk, two eggs, a splash of olive oil, and began to beat the batter like a professional.
my mo uses apron in the kitchen especially when she cooks. sometimes she gets dirty smetimes she doesnt.. i dont like wearing them because they get in my way i also dont like the cheesy things on them.. i prefer to be o natural! lol any way also i dont liek cookling that much so i really dont need an apron! lol also i just dont like the way they fit
I love aprons. They protect you, they defend you. They acompany you in the kitchen and they don’t care if you’re a woman or a man. Love em. They like it dirty, too.
why is this word up here. there is no reason. sooooo random. uhmm
i used to have an apron when i was little. it said little chef on it. my mom had one i made her when i was in brownies. it had her name on it with flowers and such. it was never used butttt it stayed in the closet cause she couldn’t throw it out. i had made it for her. why would she?
The apron I wear is a heirloom. It was my Great, great, great grandmothers’. It has patches and stains and its a dark blue muslin. Who knew all the history and dishes made while wearing this.
baking. cooking. mom. cookies. food. fresh baked. apple pie.
Oh how I wish I had an apron…there is one at sur la table….I don’t know if that’s how you spell it…any way, it is polka dotted… and is trimmed to look as though it has a mini skirt with ruffles below the waste. I want it.
small and worn around the waste. stops spills. and stains. hate stains. so much work to remove. remove myself. harder to remove than a stain.
Her apron hung low on her frame. She walked across hard wooden floors in her victorian home like the ghost she now is in my mind. She slept She dreamt, she lived. Or rather she had a life of sorts, complete with strife and the agony of the doldrums.
I tied the apron around my neck when he walked in. He smiled coyly at me and kissed me on the forehead. I reached in the oven and pulled out the pie. He told me I was the best and we celebrated with our friends. Thanksgiving in our new home.
apron cooking green clean clothes cake cookies cupcakes apron neck kiss the chef mother grandmother christmas apron
The apron still smelled like her perfume. As he closed his eyes and inhaled, he could almost remember her laugh, remember her bright smile every time she tugged on the apron. He remembered how she loved to wear it to bake cookies, always getting flour on herself on purpose. Unless she actually tried, she never got very dirty, and she didn’t see the point in wearing an apron, in even cooking, unless you got dirty.
He didn’t wear aprons, because he was scared they would cramp his style.
It had already been cramped enough, what with that whole ‘incident’ last week. Would I ever get over it, he wondered. He wasnt the type of person to do such things, no matter how hard he tried.
My grandmother shook her head in disbelief as I tied the apron around my waist. In her time, it was a woman’s responsibility to take care of the household. Cooking was something men only did once in a while, on a whim.
The apron stage allowed closer contact with the audience. I watched the curve at the edge of the stage from the wings with some trepidation. This was my first stage performance and I was feeling so sick with fright that my index finger traced a line across the wall and dabbed at the fire alarm.
the blood covered apron went on as smoothly as it ever did the victim was lying face down so there dead eyes wouldn’t look at him when he sliced and hacked .The apron was once white but now red and rust colored .the blood ages old and stunk of murder but he refused to give it up it was lucky for him, his charm.
a mother might wear one to cook or clean. 1950s style. Very chic and all that. Tied to the mothers apron strings…
the blood covered apron went on as smoothly as it ever did the victim was lying face down so there dead eyes wouldn’t look at him when he sliced and hacked .The apron was once white but now red and rust colored .the blood ages old and stuck of murder but he refused to give it up it was licky for him his charm
She wore the apron proudly, caressing the faded ribbons.
“Grandma would have loved to see you in that.” Her mother said from the doorway, a sad smile on her face.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she smiled. “Yes, she would.”
The waitress was standing at the counter, a white apron around her waist.
” Hurry up with that burger!” I yelled. My stomach was growling, I was starving.
She looked up at me and a glared.
” It’ll be right out,” she answered with hast.
wow, did your mom wear an apron? mine did and my grandmothers too. aprons make me think of the holidays, of baking, and then of art projects. and painting on an easel- what fun, it could get the creative juices flowing
momm dirty flowers fancy straps marie
this remidnds me of the one i made for gerry for his bdya with stripes adn a tiger maybe if i wore one i would not get those circles on my shrits. I know my mom has a whole drawer of them and kathy has some too in fact i think i have a thanksginv one.
Aprons are for sissies. If you are really worried about your clothes, wear a lab coat. If not, then no need for an apron. Unless, you are trying to get a different kind of attention.
As she walked toward me she removed her apron and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she moved closer and closer. As she reached me and I could feel her lips as I though she would kiss me, but she pulled out a knife and stabbed me.
I never knew anyone who wore an apron until I got a job at a grocery store. Then I wore one. I don’t like it. It’s maroon and feels like it’s made out of burlap. It’s more like canvas. It hurts my neck after too long. At my other job, a gay guy wears an apron all day long.
i want to fuck oprah winfrey in the kitchen while she is wearing nothing but an apron with a flamingo on it
long white that which lets you ve safe,
Coveror
comforter
baking protector. That which maidens where from years of old.
Apron
nu stiu ce inseamna
red apron sitting on my chair in front of my eisel. is that how you spell easel? no, firefox says no. i also have two aprons, both are for art. k bye
The apron that my mother never wore was a beautiful one.
It’s sexy to wear aprons in the kitchen and even sexier to wear them in all the rooms. like the bathroom the living room and the bedroom.
long live the apron.
Wear around your neck, use when baking and cooking. Keeps you nice and clean, i only make brownines, so i only get cocoa powder on mine. It has farm animals on it. Very interesting.
My apron used to day “Kiss the Cook”, but it caught on fire and now it just says “the Cook”. No one ever kissed me anyway.
The world spun into cakes, pies, and cookies. A small woman wearing a flour covered apron smiled down at the children and sold them pies.
The angry old man glared at the children and the apron and gave the pies.
The children looked at both equally, and always gave the old woman a nickel for their pies.
wearing one to do household chores. can be sexy and sexist…sometimes both.
She loved the apron, it wass more dear to her then her husband. It was her favorite child and her walks under a moonless sky. It was the scent of fresh pies baked by her mother. The apron was worth more than her own life. It was hers, and her life. To destroy it would be to destroy her, to stain it would be to stain her.
well those are used when people cook in kitchens and they come in all sorts of colors andusually they have a pocket. i’m hungry kind of but i’ve never even worn an apron. maybe i ahve i can’t remember. okay so ya. ummm usually dont htey have flowers on them? i think they do. i’m hungry again. not thirsty. the re are drink all around me. like water and cherry from sonic
I recall my mum wearing an apron while cooking, back in the 50s and 60s. I don’t wear an apron often, unless working on pies or cooking a turkey dinner. It’s just not in my daily wear.
I gathered all the cooking utensils I needed and put on my apron, it was black, slightly too big but I liked it. It had been my mother’s and if I looked at it closely I could still see the blood stains from when she had used it, sometimes I wanted to add to them but at the same time I didn’t want to ruin it with my amateur display of skills. So I wore a diffewrent apron over it until I felt skilled enough to wear hers properly.
Never worn one, my mother didn’t wear one. Mostly seen them on TVs, old-time TV shows, or occasionally modern ones with actual chefs.
Sometimes they say silly things.
I splated paint at ny brother I dont know why but I did .Lckily he was wearing a apron that used to be dark red but now was multicoulored….
He tied his mother’s apron around his waist and he took out all the ingredients he would need. He had made this recipe a million times before with his mother, so this wouldn’t be a new thing for him. He put in the flour, milk, two eggs, a splash of olive oil, and began to beat the batter like a professional.