The story of my apron is a special one. There is this blog called Lucullian Delights and they want everyone to show off and talk about their apron. So here is my story.
I worked at this high end restaurant in New York where everyone had to wear pink striped aprons. You had to work their for a full year to earn an apron. I slaved day in and day out cutting onions until I finally got my pink apron. I then earned the respect that I deserved. I felt so proud. I wore it with a big smile and a pink scrunchie in my hair.
Just kidding. The story isn’t true. I just thought I should make up something interesting. It’s just a pink apron that I found at the Japanese dollar store(Daiso) for 3 dollars in the Westlake Center.
I added a coffee crisp in the front pocket. That’s what pocket’s are for.
I think the apron is tacky, cute, blond, cheesy, girly, nauseating……………..
What do you think?