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.