my apron was fill of gtravy from the roast pork we were servinbg to the many guest.
Anonymous
The little boy looked longingly up his mothers leg. He knows not to wine, he is a good boy. A slight tug on his mothers apron alert her of his presence, a loving smile, and he is passed the wooden spoon fresh form the bowl of cake mix.
CaramelBelle
I think there is an apron in the closet. It is blue with red flowers. Sometimes my grandmother wore it when she cooked for us. It was plastic and crunched when I touched it. I think it was made of recycled material. I wonder if the apron is still there.
tealeaf
He pulled hard on the collective and raced the twin engines to over maximum power. The shuddering dull black frame yawned with metal tearing power.
The damaged Apache landed ungracefully on the concrete apron, precious fluids pouring from bullet holes. Grinding metal, smoke, the taste of adrenaline on tongue.
Misson Completed.
Sir
the crisp white apron wrapped around my mother’s waist tells me that she’s unhappy. Whenever she bakes she’s unhappy. The ties of her apron are pulled tight into a neat bow and flutter helplessly behind her as she busies herself in the kitchen. This is how she cries.
j
Most people don’t wear aprons any more. Ladies used to always wear aprons when they were cooking in the kitchen but that’s because they were usually dressed up when they cooked.
Susan
this is what I wear when I cook my mother wore an apron it reminds me of her aprons make good gifts they can be very pretty and home made many different styles and colors I wonder what this is about
Emily
Ryan wore an apron to bake a cake for his girlfriend’s birthday. His mother saw and was afraid. Very afraid.
Annie
Whose apron strings are tied to? Sometimes we don’t even consciously know or don’t want to recognize. Sometimes it can be a pretty useful items or
Anonymous
Mother took her apron off, slowly setting it down on the counter. The stains were screaming at her, and shouting in the direction of the man as the door shut behind him.
Guillermo
An apron, a garb of many stories and many people. An apron can be of the greatest, and of the lowest, but it doesn’t matter, for all are of the same.
Anonymous
covers your body eeps you clean protects you from stains can be pretty makes cookies make your clothes stay good grandmas wear them some people dont like them other love them CHEFS REALLY LOVE THEM where is 60 seconds lalallalalaa.
tracey
Aprons are cool. they keep you from getting dirty when you are cooking. they are a conversation piece. they are something to express yourself with. aprons are a integral part of society. i wish i had one. that would be cool. but aprons… aprons are life.
you shall never know
wearing an apron every day made her long to wear somethinfg gancy, something fine and bright, something no one would eaew in a ckithchen, something that would make people look and smile and admire her, something that would make her not look like herslef but like someone who didn’t ewar an apron every day.
Anne
The apron was white and crisp and reminded me of my mother. It was a sign of my employment, and for that I hated it.
A waitress. I was a lousy, stinkin’ WAITRESS. Not even the Dollar Store wanted to employ me.
Rachael
She quickly tied the apron around her torso and walked away, ignoring her rambling boss. She smiled at the other cook before taking over the potatoes he had just thrown on the stove.
Jessica Kunasek
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Anonymous
She tied her apron tight around her ample waist. Grandma always wore an apron and made ones for us, too. Covering up or protecting, they serve their purpose.
nancythenotetaker
A useless piece of clothing designed to keep clothes clean ore dry whilst making food or playing with messy things.
It is made of a fabric and is tied around the waist.
Rhys Cole
I didn’t know what to say at first, but then I knew. It’s almost like my entire life was devoted to the apron. I didn’t know if I owned it or it owned me. I knew but one thing. I need its help. I needed is special powers to keep me free from the dirty mess that I would have when I made my husband a delicious dinner.
Stevie
My mother wore a gigham one for ages until one of the pockets finally wore out due to years of shoving packs of ciggarettes in them.
Obama
I donned my apron as i got to work severing the arms. This cow was a big one. It was gonna be a good ten twenty steaks at least. My finger slipped and soon the blood gushing from it became a part of the formerly stainless apron.
Pargat Singh
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Anonymous
knitting fabrics out of juice stained tunic.
I love all these things and more, april showers on the lawn, gathering sweet treats.
Dylan
i don’t think i want to have children. i don’t like wearing aprons.
Anonymous
i don’t think i want to have children. i don’t like wearing aprons.
Anonymous
I think of all the wonderful dinners my mom made for us when I was young. She wore an apron when she worked on Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners. Wonderful times with
Anonymous
Apron. One day several years ago I bought a denim apron & had my girls put their handprints on it for my mom for Mother’s Day. She had it hanging in her kitchen & it was so dang cute. When she remodeled her kitchen, I’m not sure where she put it, but I really wish I would’ve made one for myself
Lani Luza
an apron is such a great invention. It protects your clothes from getting dirty. Aprons also are very colorful and one size fits all. I have many aprons of different styles. I said that I would make an apron one day but now I don’t feel that I need to since I have many aprons. I wonder when this 60 seconds will be over. It sure seems to be a long time. I am sure it has been over 1 minute.
julie
something a to wear when cooking
Anonymous
She clung to the strings of my apron like a cliche. I could not distract her, remove her or get her out of my way. I tried and tried. Finally I just gave up. Next time I wont use an apron.
rr29
Aprons remind me of the 50’s. Beautiful housewives living beautiful ideals but also sort of deprived of their potential due to the standards and restrictions of society at the time.
liza
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McTernell
My mother never wore an apron. I wonder why. She loves cooking. DOes this mean that she is not afraid of getting her clothes dirty? That doesn’t make sense to me, as she’s always concerned about cleanliness. My grandma wears aprons though. I think. Does she? Myabe I should wear one. Yeah, I’ll do that.
Isaac
she wore an apron. A flowery, stained old apron. I could see he lumpy shape underneath, but that didn’t matter. She could cook. Apple pie, oh so tasty, the aroma flitting around my head. Strange so strange. It’s as if I could just eat it right out of the air
Shadow
What is this?
L
every time I Went to my grandmother’s house, we would paint and she would make me wear one of her aprons. She had smocks, too, but it was all the same. I remember painting owls with her. Now, she has such terrible Alzheimer’s, she wouldn’t know what an owl or an apron was. It was terrible to lose her to a disease, but maybe it was easier to know she was going than to lose her all at once.
you know
the mom stars cooking the delicious dinner, for her and her family to pretend they enjoy, and keep up the game and the pretending that their happy, whenever the apron comes out there are smiles regardless. sunday dinner, holidays, cookouts, everytime.
dominique
a fantastic bit of fabric kit… invented on this earth so you will never get your buts any grubbier than they were already.
rosie
There once was an apron who lived in a closet. It was so, so very sad. One day it was burned in a house fire and it had nowhere to go except to apron hell. This isn’t truly the story of an apron but in fact of my life as a time-keeper in the bar of dreams and legs. I don’t think that this was a dream I had, but in fact the dream of all aprons worldwide.
my apron was fill of gtravy from the roast pork we were servinbg to the many guest.
The little boy looked longingly up his mothers leg. He knows not to wine, he is a good boy. A slight tug on his mothers apron alert her of his presence, a loving smile, and he is passed the wooden spoon fresh form the bowl of cake mix.
I think there is an apron in the closet. It is blue with red flowers. Sometimes my grandmother wore it when she cooked for us. It was plastic and crunched when I touched it. I think it was made of recycled material. I wonder if the apron is still there.
He pulled hard on the collective and raced the twin engines to over maximum power. The shuddering dull black frame yawned with metal tearing power.
The damaged Apache landed ungracefully on the concrete apron, precious fluids pouring from bullet holes. Grinding metal, smoke, the taste of adrenaline on tongue.
Misson Completed.
the crisp white apron wrapped around my mother’s waist tells me that she’s unhappy. Whenever she bakes she’s unhappy. The ties of her apron are pulled tight into a neat bow and flutter helplessly behind her as she busies herself in the kitchen. This is how she cries.
Most people don’t wear aprons any more. Ladies used to always wear aprons when they were cooking in the kitchen but that’s because they were usually dressed up when they cooked.
this is what I wear when I cook my mother wore an apron it reminds me of her aprons make good gifts they can be very pretty and home made many different styles and colors I wonder what this is about
Ryan wore an apron to bake a cake for his girlfriend’s birthday. His mother saw and was afraid. Very afraid.
Whose apron strings are tied to? Sometimes we don’t even consciously know or don’t want to recognize. Sometimes it can be a pretty useful items or
Mother took her apron off, slowly setting it down on the counter. The stains were screaming at her, and shouting in the direction of the man as the door shut behind him.
An apron, a garb of many stories and many people. An apron can be of the greatest, and of the lowest, but it doesn’t matter, for all are of the same.
covers your body eeps you clean protects you from stains can be pretty makes cookies make your clothes stay good grandmas wear them some people dont like them other love them CHEFS REALLY LOVE THEM where is 60 seconds lalallalalaa.
Aprons are cool. they keep you from getting dirty when you are cooking. they are a conversation piece. they are something to express yourself with. aprons are a integral part of society. i wish i had one. that would be cool. but aprons… aprons are life.
wearing an apron every day made her long to wear somethinfg gancy, something fine and bright, something no one would eaew in a ckithchen, something that would make people look and smile and admire her, something that would make her not look like herslef but like someone who didn’t ewar an apron every day.
The apron was white and crisp and reminded me of my mother. It was a sign of my employment, and for that I hated it.
A waitress. I was a lousy, stinkin’ WAITRESS. Not even the Dollar Store wanted to employ me.
She quickly tied the apron around her torso and walked away, ignoring her rambling boss. She smiled at the other cook before taking over the potatoes he had just thrown on the stove.
white cook blacksmith applesauce chef cookoff chili strings holds tools
She tied her apron tight around her ample waist. Grandma always wore an apron and made ones for us, too. Covering up or protecting, they serve their purpose.
A useless piece of clothing designed to keep clothes clean ore dry whilst making food or playing with messy things.
It is made of a fabric and is tied around the waist.
I didn’t know what to say at first, but then I knew. It’s almost like my entire life was devoted to the apron. I didn’t know if I owned it or it owned me. I knew but one thing. I need its help. I needed is special powers to keep me free from the dirty mess that I would have when I made my husband a delicious dinner.
My mother wore a gigham one for ages until one of the pockets finally wore out due to years of shoving packs of ciggarettes in them.
I donned my apron as i got to work severing the arms. This cow was a big one. It was gonna be a good ten twenty steaks at least. My finger slipped and soon the blood gushing from it became a part of the formerly stainless apron.
fdsjfeskfnkrwejemasdklsujrwerfd
knitting fabrics out of juice stained tunic.
I love all these things and more, april showers on the lawn, gathering sweet treats.
i don’t think i want to have children. i don’t like wearing aprons.
i don’t think i want to have children. i don’t like wearing aprons.
I think of all the wonderful dinners my mom made for us when I was young. She wore an apron when she worked on Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners. Wonderful times with
Apron. One day several years ago I bought a denim apron & had my girls put their handprints on it for my mom for Mother’s Day. She had it hanging in her kitchen & it was so dang cute. When she remodeled her kitchen, I’m not sure where she put it, but I really wish I would’ve made one for myself
an apron is such a great invention. It protects your clothes from getting dirty. Aprons also are very colorful and one size fits all. I have many aprons of different styles. I said that I would make an apron one day but now I don’t feel that I need to since I have many aprons. I wonder when this 60 seconds will be over. It sure seems to be a long time. I am sure it has been over 1 minute.
something a to wear when cooking
She clung to the strings of my apron like a cliche. I could not distract her, remove her or get her out of my way. I tried and tried. Finally I just gave up. Next time I wont use an apron.
Aprons remind me of the 50’s. Beautiful housewives living beautiful ideals but also sort of deprived of their potential due to the standards and restrictions of society at the time.
Je d
My mother never wore an apron. I wonder why. She loves cooking. DOes this mean that she is not afraid of getting her clothes dirty? That doesn’t make sense to me, as she’s always concerned about cleanliness. My grandma wears aprons though. I think. Does she? Myabe I should wear one. Yeah, I’ll do that.
she wore an apron. A flowery, stained old apron. I could see he lumpy shape underneath, but that didn’t matter. She could cook. Apple pie, oh so tasty, the aroma flitting around my head. Strange so strange. It’s as if I could just eat it right out of the air
What is this?
every time I Went to my grandmother’s house, we would paint and she would make me wear one of her aprons. She had smocks, too, but it was all the same. I remember painting owls with her. Now, she has such terrible Alzheimer’s, she wouldn’t know what an owl or an apron was. It was terrible to lose her to a disease, but maybe it was easier to know she was going than to lose her all at once.
the mom stars cooking the delicious dinner, for her and her family to pretend they enjoy, and keep up the game and the pretending that their happy, whenever the apron comes out there are smiles regardless. sunday dinner, holidays, cookouts, everytime.
a fantastic bit of fabric kit… invented on this earth so you will never get your buts any grubbier than they were already.
There once was an apron who lived in a closet. It was so, so very sad. One day it was burned in a house fire and it had nowhere to go except to apron hell. This isn’t truly the story of an apron but in fact of my life as a time-keeper in the bar of dreams and legs. I don’t think that this was a dream I had, but in fact the dream of all aprons worldwide.