I grabbed my old apron today and started making meatballs.  As I used my hands to mix the ingredients I looked outside and my mind wandered... The season is changing and stores are full of autumn décor; you’re probably tempted to buy a new fall inspired apron.  Is the apron you currently have your mother’s or maybe your grandmother’s, which was passed down to you? Do you have memories of coming in from playing outside with a bruised knee and her wiping your tears with it?  Maybe you hid behind it when company came or she wore it to make your favourite pie?   Was it worn to bring you soup when you were sick?   Every mended hole and tear tells a story.  Don’t buy a new apron, go to the basement or attic and dig out an old apron and wear it like a hug.  You’ll be reminded of past moments while you make new ones.

#happygrandparentsday
 

My old apronCollect memories, not things