Cooking in style

My Mum can’t cook unless she’s wearing an apron. I’ve always viewed it as something reserved for grown ups, which apparently I now am. Apron appreciation is basically one step up from tea towels. We have hundreds of tea towels and I wash, iron and change them frequently. Nothing worse than a smelly jay cloth and a mucky tea towel. There are tea towels out there which are so very very pretty, they’d be happier viewed in a frame than wiping down dishes and dirty hands. Aprons, it seems, are going the same way, they are the must have kitchen accessory for the fashion conscious cook. I have a few and I wear them all. I have a denim one with swallows made for me by my sister in law, a striped one made by my brother’s godmother using the fabric we had on the tables at our wedding, one with a large yellowTea Rex (obviously) and I even dabbled in making my own three tiered skirt apron which I love. It’s the perfect thing to wear when I’m not entirely sure about my outfit. It compliments a jean or plain dress beautifully and sends out all kinds of homely messages.

I’m always on the look out for lovely aprons and Anthropologie may have just about the prettiest I’ve ever seen. You could quite easily wear any of these over something very ordinary indeed and you’d be the belle of the ball – even if someone else is hosting the party. You just have to remember the behind, aprons do magical things to your front view but you will need to turn round at some point so beware.