I hit the vintage apron jackpot when going through old goodies at my parents over Thanksgiving. 

I am not a cook, baker, even a sandwich-maker, really — but clothes for occassions inspire me.  It’s the same way I feel about riding boots.  I couldn’t ride a horse for shit, but I sure love the attire of everyone who does.

I am having my mother keep these for me until I get a sufficient kitchen where I can display them properly.  I was thinking of maybe even stringing all of them together up as a curtain over a kitchen window.