A bit about me and my aprons

We're linking up with my friend Sandy of

Reluctant Entertainer.

If you haven't met her, you are

absolutely going to love her.

Sandy is without a doubt what

every hip hostess aspires to be.

I adore her earthy, heartwarming and graceful

approach to entertaining. She does it all

with such understated elegance!

As you will soon see in her upcoming book!

Yes, she has a book coming out in August.

Isn't this cover just dreamy?

Sandy's hosts a weekly series called Home is...

This weeks theme is about aprons in the kitchen,

so I was delighted when she invited me to link up with her and share...

a bit about me and my aprons...

When Sandy asked for a picture of me in an apron I suddenly realized I didn't have one. Really. At least not one fit to post. Didn't think I would have the time this weekend as we were expecting company but... as I was tidying up the kitchen and calmly waiting for our guests to arrive a moment of panic set in. I had completely forgotten to make the French Apple Tarts I wanted so desperately to make. I bought all the ingredients, was all geeked up to bake, but I must have filed it in my head and then completely lost it. My baby boomer brain is losing cells by the minute I swear.

Now let me just say I love to cook but, I am NOT a baker, can't bake my way out of a paper bag so this was a huge challenge for me, but I was determined to make those darn tarts come hell or high water! I threw on my apron and figured it would all be so charming if my guests arrived while I was in the middle of baking. You know the hip hostess thing? Lightbulb moment.

I yelled to my husband "Get the camera and take a picture of me!" His reply:"What? Why?" Because hey, I had my apron on, more importantly I had make up on and I wasn't having too bad of hair day. He snapped a few shots and this one was the winner, although as Nora Ephron would say "I feel bad about my neck."

The darling daughter and I generally think alike

but she always goes for a much more glamourous approach.

I know this isn't breaking news but I love aprons and love to wear them. A lot. In fact to me being in the kitchen without wearing an apron is like driving without a seat belt. Seriously, something just doesn't feel right about it.

Do I have a favorite? Well that's kinda like asking me which is my favorite child, but if you really have to know I do admit to being slightly (OK a lot) partial to my Demi Style Black a la Mode.

As you might be able to tell from the kitchen and my wardrobe, I'm pretty much all about black and white. Here's a peek of my aprons at home.

I hate to bring up the "I" word here, but I IRON

my aprons. Go ahead call me crazy

but I'm just weird like that.

Here's where the aprons hang out

patiently waiting their turn.

A few more awaiting my attention.

A little laundry tip...

Do not, repeat Do not wash all your aprons in one load.

Oh what a tangled mess we weave!

By the way, the French Apple Tarts

didn't come out too bad!

Head on over to Reluctant Entertainer, Meet Sandy

and all the lovely ladies sporting aprons in her kitchen.

We both would love to hear all about you

and your aprons. So don't be shy, share your

comments and your photos please!