The Symbol of a Beautiful Calling

I have discovered that I love aprons.

When I first got married my husband pointed out an apron in a kitchen store we were visiting. I think it was more of a joke since it said “Domestic Diva” and I certainly wasn’t domestic at all! I could hardly cook, had never ironed (successfully at least) and was lacking in so many areas. But the apron was pink and I like pink so we bought it.

Wearing an apron – I feel energized, motivated and domestic. It helps me to be a better keeper of my home, helps me to focus and reminds me to get things done! I also like to wear one since I can never find a dish towel to dry my hands in the kitchen and the pockets serve to carry tissue around to blow little noses. We’ve been married for almost 4 years and my apron collection has now increased as well as my knowledge of domestic things.

Some would view the word “apron” as a dismal word; a drudgery. To me, an apron is the symbol of a Beautiful Calling. Whether you stay at home or go out to work, as a wife and mother we are called to be keepers of the home. It is a God-given calling, a blessing and it can be a joy. It all depends on your attitude and how you view it. As silly as it sounds, wearing an apron helps me to keep the right attitude. Not all days :) but most days.

A friend pointed me in the direction of a great store in Simcoe, ON called Ann’s Gifts & “Sew Much More”. It’s a fabulous place for great and fun aprons. She has made aprons for Chloe, Jaiden, my nephews and I. I would be happy to provide you with her contact information - just ask! Her her items are high quality and made with love and attention to detail! You won't beleive her prices! It was Ann who passed this little saying on to me. I hope you enjoy it.

It has been said that it will be a long time before someone invents something that replaces the “old-time apron” that served so many purposes. I think they are right!


Grandma's Apron

(author unknown)

When I used to visit Grandma. I was very much impressed,
by her all-purpose apron, and the power it possessed.

For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.

The strings were tied and freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.

The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;

the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.

She used it for a basket, when she gathered up the eggs,

and flapped it as a weapon, when hens pecked her feet and legs.

She used it to carry kindling when she stoked the kitchen fire.

And to hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.

She used it for a hot pad, to remove a steaming pan,

and when her brow was heated, she used it for a fan.

It dried our childish tears, when we'd scrape a knee and cry,

and made a hiding place when the little ones were shy.

Farm produce took in season, in the summer, spring and fall,

found its way into the kitchen from Grandma's carry all.

When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.

I'm sure the apron she chose that day, was her Sunday best.