In my head these brightly coloured patchworky aprons are the kind I wear fastened over white cotton floaty dresses and bare feet or cut down and worn in a sexy fashion over jeans, while another crafty vignette whizzes through my mind and I retreat to my garden studio to conjure up some ethereal and beautiful. But in reality I am more likely to tie my little floral pinnie over my nightie to scare the binmen when I chase them down the lane with the recycling bin I have yet again forgot to put out.
But that’s me. So because I know that most of you have more style and creative leanings than I could conjure up in a month of Sundays, I’m going to leave these darling folky aprons for you to fight over (check out the lovely bow tied backs of each apron!) , while I go and try to make myself presentable for a night out with three of my favorite ladies at the new Marco Pierre White restaurant around the corner.
And just for once, you will be pleased to hear, I won’t be wearing an apron.
Have a lovely weekend Housekeepers.x
P.S: Aren’t we long overdue for a folklore revival?