So, I need an apron.
It’s not that I’m particularly sloppy. But I can’t see my front below the …’crest’ shall we say. And I cook. There are six mouths here to feed so I cook a LOT. And I have fancy new clothes on today. So making a normal dinner, with its usual splatters and slops, made me feel like a real butterfingers which required several checks in the bathroom mirror to assess potential damage. So far it’s limited to something unknown and black on the cuff of my white shirt.
I hope I can get it out.
Photo for today below. Credit to my husband, helping me out while I figure how to take these photos.
Love your outfit. I dressed up the first time last year and will do it every year now. Your Mom is a very talented woman and so is her daughter. Love from ND. Ardene