I have to admit having a love -hate relationship with aprons. I passionately want to look like Donna Reed or Lucy Ricardo… or one of those really hot 1930s pin-ups that cooks in JUST an apron… but as I no longer have the 22 inch waist I had in the 1970s I feel that the tied sash and embellishments I find so adorable would only serve to bring attention to my assets gone wild, so to speak.
So I buy them for Kyrie (Shiloh, although she has the adorable figure, does not have the penchant for cuteness. Now, if they were some combination of steampunk and goth with a little macabre thrown in? Yeah. Maybe.) Continue reading
