… are old aprons.

I don’t know why. Most of the ones I find are downright awful. Many are terribly tacky, but once in awhile I find one that captures my full attention. There is history here.

I think aprons are awesome, and I think we should wear them more often.

Here’s one of my favourites. It is dreamily diaphanous, almost non-existent in its sheer sheerness. When it comes to vintage aprons, sometimes form and function meet, and sometimes they don’t, and sometimes they miss it by a narrow margin and SOMETIMES it’s just nice to have something for the sake of having it, well, just because.

Here are a couple of pics of me wearing it from awhile back (pardon the TP in the background there):

Some women believe that aprons hearken back to a time when women were enslaved to their domestic duties and chained to their kitchens. I happen to think aprons = power. Some chicks like me who choose to wear aprons do so because it makes a weighty statement about how tough we are. Aprons are subversive. They’re anti-establishment. They are POWERFUL, and not just because they help us keep our clothes clean. Aprons are a symbol of authority, a uniform of influence.

Think about it.

Do you have a photo of yourself wearing an apron? Send it to me (andrea AT quietfish DOT com) and maybe I can share a few of them here.