My Abuela's Apron was not only used to protect her clothes from getting dirty, for me it represented so much more!
She used it to wipe her tears and sweat from working so hard, and as a basket to carry legumes in the kitchen. She would also pick figs from her fig tree in the back yard.
Her Apron would always be absolutely clean and perfectly starched and ironed and it would always have the best scent. Abuela’s Apron became a statement to me.