I just finished hanging up all of my favorite aprons to dry. I can’t imagine why ALL of them were dirty. (Thanksgiving much?)
I stood there and looked at them all lined up and realized they all had a compelling story, so I took a picture. Then, I came downstairs after putting yet another load of laundry in the washer and saw a Facebook post from Orgasmic Chef on the subject of aprons. She is in Australia. What a small world.
Of course, between taking a picture of my aprons and walking down the stairs for the next chore, a zillion images flashed through my brain, and I realized how sentimental and seriously attached I am to some of those aprons. Seeing that Facebook post from a fellow blogger just tipped me right over into a memory vortex.
Soon, I looked up and realized I had cleaned the kitchen, wiped out the fridge, and made myself a cup of coffee—all on auto-pilot while lost in mish-mash of memories.
I remember the day I got my Flying Pigs apron. I was smirking all day waiting for customers to comment. And did they ever! That purchase was worth every penny, and I still smile when I loop that neck strap over my head. Those rosy little pig bums and cherubic wings still crack me up, but the memories of all the puns and smart-aleck remarks are priceless.
Speaking of sarcastic, I remember the first time I wore the apron with those fish and the carrots. Joseph (The Big Jeezy) was actually hunkered down at table 10 on a busy Saturday morning. I finished cooking and plating his order, and because we were slammed, I decided to dash out of the kitchen to deliver his plate myself and grab a quick hello. He took one look at the new apron and without missing a beat he nodded and said, “Hmm..twenty-four carrot Goldfish.”
I know you had to be there, but I snort out loud every time I wear that apron.
But the apron I love best?
The one that has the Lell’s logo stenciled on it.
I mean, it is cool that I had aprons with the logo and all that. Lots of people have personalized logo wear. But I love it because my sister (the insanely busy doctor) downloaded a picture of the logo, painstakingly hand cut that stencil, figured out how to paint with sparkly purple fabric paint, made a stack of aprons, and shipped them to me.
When I look at that apron, I can imagine my sister bent over her kitchen table focused on the tip of an Exacto knife making small steady progress on that stencil and humming. She hums when she is really pleased with something. Cleaning the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, out running errands, pretty sunny days, she hums. It is one of the most evocative background noises I know, and it means she is happy. I only have one apron left that is wearable because the rest were completely worn to shreds. But when I look at that apron, I can hear her humming and I smile.
Every. Single. Time.
It is officially the season of giving, and I know I am the luckiest of the lucky because I come from a family that treasures the little things. In the long view of my life, I can look back and appreciate how many “little” gifts and gestures have created huge impact on who I am and how I perceive what is actually valuable in life. I hope each of you are entering the spirit of the holidays thinking of the small gestures that have made a huge difference in your lives and you, in turn, find joy in the simple pleasures of giving.