My Apron

As I've been going through old photographs, I found one from about 5 years ago when I got a new painting apron...when I compare it to the apron now, it's fun to see the results of several hundred painting sessions on it. When my husband & I were married over 30 years ago, I used the chef's apron he had, which lasted for so many years. Finally, when the ties could no longer be repaired, I finally invested in my own painter's apron. It felt so stiff & uncomfortable that I tended to lean towards a pair of old ripped jeans instead of the apron most of the time. Now that it's been worn in, though still stiff but now from paint, I love putting it on. When I slide it over my head in the morning, it's as though the ritual pushes my brain into creative mode. I love that.