If you told my 20-something self that not only would I be wearing an apron in the future, but loving said apron... You would have been met with tinkling merry, yet also incredibly derisive, laughter, or possibly, a playful shove or punch in the arm followed by a probationary period of my wondering what the hell was wrong with you.
I plucked this beauty up from my mom's stash of gifts she's received but can't use/doesn't want. It's a Hanae Mori apron :-) Love it.
