My Nanna wore an apron for all her mornings tasks; such a pretty shade and floral and I have kept the last. She washed and pressed it regularly and placed it in a drawer with several other aprons, she didn't want for more. They were always very pretty made by her own fair hand, with many different colors and I'd gaze up as she'd stand. Always standing doing something like rolling pastry out or frying Grandad's breakfast cooking cakes when he was out. She found it so important to cover up for work... sometimes jobs were dirty sometimes she'd just talk. So now I wear that apron for my mornings tasks, such a pretty shade and floral I'm so glad I kept the last!
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