memories of christmas. too young to wear the pretty apron, so i let it drag on the floor and wore it anyways. Cookie dough everywhere, the smell of burnt sugar. Happiness. Warmth. A perfect moment suspended in time.
apron, is a certain piece made of wood used to teach children how to hunt. I remember when I was just a child how funny was that lesson sesions. Now I’m a great hunter and I will catch you soon
i like to cok, but i’m not very goo at it… what to cook? when to start? will it taste good? I love food…. and smells– food that smells good. like autumn, or summer. that kind of food. my mom has this one apron that i always connect
apron is something that your wear and use when cooking. It helps protect you from spills and burns because it shades your clothing. Aprons can be fashionable and can come in different colors. It is very useful and good.
the apron i think of is white with cake batter on it. the one my grandmother would always wear. I always wanted one of my own, because i always wanted to be like my amazing, nice, sweet, loving, talented, grandmother.
aprons are always found in thirift stores. i never use aprons but think they are cute. i imagine them red and white squares with frills. also, i feel like theyd be easy to make and give as presents. maybe ill do that! aprons are cute but mostly for dolls and housewives inthe 20s, you know?
cooking
vegetables
cutlery
pots
pants
stove
white
chef’s hat
knife
cutting board
water
boiling
mess
napkins
cloth
pie
cake
sugar
measuring
a;lkfjalksdjflkaj;lskjfa;lskjfalkj aslfkja;lsfjalskjfalsjfkdfjlsfja oil
flour
salt
baking soda
One of the most useful stems in the kitchen.
It prevents, look nice if it is clean, complement to design on kitchen and person;s personality.
wonderful at the BBQ
I never had an apron of my own. My mom never used an apron either. But I used to have a little tray by my stove, for appliances to rest on, that had an old woman in an apron. I think that’s the closest thing to an apron we’ve had in my house. I used to wear a bib, though.
white bananas grandma wore green and red for mom i don’t wear older people women cooks? men who grill? kiss the cook? what else about aprons who are they really for don’t ask me
an apron has many colors to suit the cook
it is armor against the fish guts and meat
blood. he keeps it close to him because
without it, how will he show up home
clean like his
The apron was splattered with fish guts, from cleaning the 4 pound chinook he caught that afternoon. Fortunately, he had finished cleaning the fish with all of his fingers left, and two nice filets to show for his efforts.
a cover, a way to protect yourself from dirt and messes from cooking. it takes the hit so you don’t have to, so at the end of the day you can just take it off and look brand new even after a days hard work.
aprons are handy devices that allow you to cook food without getting the nasty splash back on your nice new t-shirt. other than that i have no idea what to write about aprons.
i saw this apron one time…and ya…i fell in love with it…soo…it was a good moment…but then i realized it was only an apron…so…it wouldnt work out…so i burned it…and ya…
another bloody apron, the rubbish that comes through this charity shop, why do people think that there is a demand for aparons anyway, if they are chucking theirs out chances are so is everyone else – so here we are an other bloody apron and this one in a hideous pattern too, hmm, it could do for dusters but who cuts things up for dusters anyway, not the people who chuck out aprons, anyway.
Aprons always remind me of those old fashion 1950’s stay at home wives. You know like in the shows when the husband comes home and says “Honey I’m home!”
it was worn and soft to the touch. i wrapped the string of my grandmother’s apron twice around my wiast and tied as it as tight as i could. we were there again, but this time i would let her teachme, allitte late but
The chef boiled the egg with expert skill, but burnt the toast. Still, it mattered to neither of them. This morning was just for them, and their love for one another. And hey, who needs toast when you can have brownies?
The edge of the stage is called the apron. Standing in he apron is the best way to ensure that the audience can hear you. Our stage has an abnormally large apron.
an apron is usually white, but sometimes it will be other colours. i think that it would be used to stop yourself getting your clothes dirty, but i only used one as a kid when i was painting. so that makes sense.
they also remind me of runescape, that place in port wherever that you need an apron to get in.
i have on its navy and white stripes. it hangs on my back door i don’t wear it very often but i like it a lot. its a little too big for me as im short and i have to turn it up when i wear it.
The apron swayed around her heels, long and a bit impractical. She often thought that the most beautiful things were impractical, but more necessarry than the practical things.Even better, when something was supposed to be practicaly but was not, but was still beautiful. I sometimes marvel at how her brain works. It makes no sense to me, but I love to hear her thoughts. I wonder if it will ever make sense to me.
Our apron will be navy blue. Then there will be a novelty one which undoubtedly will be yours and will only be used in emergencies. Every time you wear it, it will be too much for me to take and I won’t be able to take you seriously in it. I will either burst out laughing like a maniac or jump your bones.
the comfort of fall. crisp air outside. sweet pie aromas float around me as i wipe the remaining flour off of my hands onto my apron. dear friend. comfort. home.
My mother always wore an apron. She never understood why I didn’t and then got things all over my clothes when I cooked or baked. I really should get myself a good apron and start wearing it. I would have to keep it handy and get used to wearing.
My grandmother wore one of those bib aprons that covered practically her whole body. I seldom ever saw her without her apron on.
I used to wear an apron when I was a bag-boy at Publix Grocery stores. I hated it. I eventually started wearing it in the kitchen, after I lost the job, because I really did enjoy working in retail. It always made my friends laugh to see me wearing a Publix apron while I was cooking, because I always complained about working there.
My guard against a welcome mess. Signifying the beginning of creation that lasts but an instant before consumed and eternally part of me and my loved ones.
she wore a red apron. I was only 4 years old. I was small…and she was large. She never talked to me. She talked through me. I was invisible unless I stood in her way.
again with the apron… well… i know now what it means… but i was hoping that a new word would pop up… guess i was wrong… i realized now… i really like talking about myself…
I think ‘apron’ and I can’t stop smelling Starbucks now.
Thanks a lot, oneword.
memories of christmas. too young to wear the pretty apron, so i let it drag on the floor and wore it anyways. Cookie dough everywhere, the smell of burnt sugar. Happiness. Warmth. A perfect moment suspended in time.
i dont know the meaning
apron, is a certain piece made of wood used to teach children how to hunt. I remember when I was just a child how funny was that lesson sesions. Now I’m a great hunter and I will catch you soon
i like to cok, but i’m not very goo at it… what to cook? when to start? will it taste good? I love food…. and smells– food that smells good. like autumn, or summer. that kind of food. my mom has this one apron that i always connect
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apron is something that your wear and use when cooking. It helps protect you from spills and burns because it shades your clothing. Aprons can be fashionable and can come in different colors. It is very useful and good.
the apron i think of is white with cake batter on it. the one my grandmother would always wear. I always wanted one of my own, because i always wanted to be like my amazing, nice, sweet, loving, talented, grandmother.
aprons are always found in thirift stores. i never use aprons but think they are cute. i imagine them red and white squares with frills. also, i feel like theyd be easy to make and give as presents. maybe ill do that! aprons are cute but mostly for dolls and housewives inthe 20s, you know?
cooking
vegetables
cutlery
pots
pants
stove
white
chef’s hat
knife
cutting board
water
boiling
mess
napkins
cloth
pie
cake
sugar
measuring
a;lkfjalksdjflkaj;lskjfa;lskjfalkj aslfkja;lsfjalskjfalsjfkdfjlsfja oil
flour
salt
baking soda
One of the most useful stems in the kitchen.
It prevents, look nice if it is clean, complement to design on kitchen and person;s personality.
wonderful at the BBQ
I never had an apron of my own. My mom never used an apron either. But I used to have a little tray by my stove, for appliances to rest on, that had an old woman in an apron. I think that’s the closest thing to an apron we’ve had in my house. I used to wear a bib, though.
white bananas grandma wore green and red for mom i don’t wear older people women cooks? men who grill? kiss the cook? what else about aprons who are they really for don’t ask me
an apron has many colors to suit the cook
it is armor against the fish guts and meat
blood. he keeps it close to him because
without it, how will he show up home
clean like his
The apron was splattered with fish guts, from cleaning the 4 pound chinook he caught that afternoon. Fortunately, he had finished cleaning the fish with all of his fingers left, and two nice filets to show for his efforts.
a cover, a way to protect yourself from dirt and messes from cooking. it takes the hit so you don’t have to, so at the end of the day you can just take it off and look brand new even after a days hard work.
aprons are handy devices that allow you to cook food without getting the nasty splash back on your nice new t-shirt. other than that i have no idea what to write about aprons.
Apron. Grandma, Cookies. Kiss the cook. Smells like baking, 350 degrees, preheat the oven. Youth, smiles, cookie dough, messy fingers. Yes.
Now, ask for the spoon and lick the bowl, child.
to cook, very useful. can be fashion as well if you choose it with sense of elegance.
i saw this apron one time…and ya…i fell in love with it…soo…it was a good moment…but then i realized it was only an apron…so…it wouldnt work out…so i burned it…and ya…
another bloody apron, the rubbish that comes through this charity shop, why do people think that there is a demand for aparons anyway, if they are chucking theirs out chances are so is everyone else – so here we are an other bloody apron and this one in a hideous pattern too, hmm, it could do for dusters but who cuts things up for dusters anyway, not the people who chuck out aprons, anyway.
Aprons always remind me of those old fashion 1950’s stay at home wives. You know like in the shows when the husband comes home and says “Honey I’m home!”
Satwant
it was worn and soft to the touch. i wrapped the string of my grandmother’s apron twice around my wiast and tied as it as tight as i could. we were there again, but this time i would let her teachme, allitte late but
this device i wear, shields me from the illusions of life and with it i feel safe. It is my sanctuary, my bliss, and my apron is mine.
The chef boiled the egg with expert skill, but burnt the toast. Still, it mattered to neither of them. This morning was just for them, and their love for one another. And hey, who needs toast when you can have brownies?
The edge of the stage is called the apron. Standing in he apron is the best way to ensure that the audience can hear you. Our stage has an abnormally large apron.
an apron is usually white, but sometimes it will be other colours. i think that it would be used to stop yourself getting your clothes dirty, but i only used one as a kid when i was painting. so that makes sense.
they also remind me of runescape, that place in port wherever that you need an apron to get in.
lol runescape is cool
Emma <3
i have on its navy and white stripes. it hangs on my back door i don’t wear it very often but i like it a lot. its a little too big for me as im short and i have to turn it up when i wear it.
frilly and overdone…but with hairy legs and big calves…who was she? and why was she dusting my man–tle?
The apron swayed around her heels, long and a bit impractical. She often thought that the most beautiful things were impractical, but more necessarry than the practical things.Even better, when something was supposed to be practicaly but was not, but was still beautiful. I sometimes marvel at how her brain works. It makes no sense to me, but I love to hear her thoughts. I wonder if it will ever make sense to me.
Our apron will be navy blue. Then there will be a novelty one which undoubtedly will be yours and will only be used in emergencies. Every time you wear it, it will be too much for me to take and I won’t be able to take you seriously in it. I will either burst out laughing like a maniac or jump your bones.
one world
the comfort of fall. crisp air outside. sweet pie aromas float around me as i wipe the remaining flour off of my hands onto my apron. dear friend. comfort. home.
My mother always wore an apron. She never understood why I didn’t and then got things all over my clothes when I cooked or baked. I really should get myself a good apron and start wearing it. I would have to keep it handy and get used to wearing.
My grandmother wore one of those bib aprons that covered practically her whole body. I seldom ever saw her without her apron on.
I used to wear an apron when I was a bag-boy at Publix Grocery stores. I hated it. I eventually started wearing it in the kitchen, after I lost the job, because I really did enjoy working in retail. It always made my friends laugh to see me wearing a Publix apron while I was cooking, because I always complained about working there.
My guard against a welcome mess. Signifying the beginning of creation that lasts but an instant before consumed and eternally part of me and my loved ones.
apron – thou meanst work to me!
she wore a red apron. I was only 4 years old. I was small…and she was large. She never talked to me. She talked through me. I was invisible unless I stood in her way.
again with the apron… well… i know now what it means… but i was hoping that a new word would pop up… guess i was wrong… i realized now… i really like talking about myself…