Soul Mates

We all have one right? It's no secret I met my Soul Mate at the Beer Store (I think we met way before that, but "we met at the beer store" has a nice ring to it, so that's the story we'll stick to). A soul mate, the one person, once you meet them, you can't imagine your life without them, the one person who brings out your best qualities and laughs at your worst qualities, your perfect match.  Well, since the blog is about aprons, I'm not going to talk about me and mine.
I bought this dress last spring online at urban outfitters. From the pictures I couldn't tell the pin dots were purple, but I loved the shape, the drop waist, the color and the adorable bows....

About a year before a customer of ours was cleaning out her mother's house. And what did she find? A bunch of aprons! And what did she do with them? She, so kindly, washed and starched each one, wrapped them in tissue paper, put them in a paper bag, wrapped ribbon AROUND the paper bag...and gave them to me! It was like Christmas! There was a lot of gingham and flowers and cross stitch...and this baby...

Purple checks and salmon cross stitch...so by some cosmo intervention these two met on my laundry line one day, and it's been one of my favorite work outfits ever since. 

Soul Mates. Perfect Match. Let my bold lines bring out your tiny pin dots! 

The woman who gave me these is so sweet! She had lunch at the tea shop with a girl friend once when I was wearing one of her mother's aprons (you'll see the rest soon I promise) and was so pleased, almost teary eyed to see me wear it. "I can remember my mother wearing that apron," she said. And, I often bump into her Saturday mornings at the coffee shop when  I am wearing one of her aprons...we both get a laugh! Mostly because I'm wearing an apron...at a coffee shop...drinking coffee...in a cafe...next to the beer store...where I met my future husband. Our lives are full of circles, mine is careful cross stitches. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Ah, St. Paddy's Day. It's the time I realize I know every word to every Irish song. It's the day everyone else in town makes Scones and Soda Bread. I saw some sorry scones at Price Chopper and sneered. I can't help my snobbery. It's occurred to me that I started this blog without explaining or defending my title as "Mary Queen of Scones," but I'll save that for another day. But  I will say today, the day when everyone is Irish, is does have to do with being Irish and being proud of that.
I think everyone was at the bar today, because  I had plenty of raisin scones left over. I shared them with my neighbor and the ladies that work at the library (I went to return the first season of True Blood), I think I made their day. Actually... I think I caused a riot because I only had a few! But everyone loved my very special St. Paddy's Day apron...

It's so sweet! It's all hand crocheted. I try to wear this number more than once a year, it deserves that. Joanne picked this up at the antique store, she couldn't leave it there! I like to think about the cute little old lady that crocheted it! But that's me...I create stories and scenarios and fall in love with people and I'm not gonna stop now! Besides, isn't being Irish about being kind and compassionate and telling great stories? 

I'm listening to the Cranberries greatest hits...