Friday Favorite..My Apron (s)
When I first moved down to Arizona, I was lost.
Gone were my gf's, coffee shops, my green grass and damp earth.
What else was missing??
Food. Cooking. General Domestic Bliss. Nice soft of hips worn by the women who appreciate food and cooking.
The first time a neighbor came over and saw me standing in a tank top, shorts and apron..she looked taken aback.
Some women see aprons as oppressive. To me they are just the opposite.
They set me free.
Not only can I prepare a fabulous meal, but I can maintain my fabulous fashion sense along the way.
What is under my apron??
Oh just a cute little number I purchased in the 7th Arrondissement, Paris France.
Does that sound oppressive?
I think not.