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.
Young Mary is a name that Jack White gave me. Let me preface that statement by saying: Jack White does not invite me to his birthday parties, I do not know if he is single, and yes, I think he is ultra-sexy. Read On