I found her while shopping for new bath towels at Marshall’s. I came upon a collection of sweet aprons hanging on a rack. This was not among them. Initially, I had eyed a spiffy little number with orange, yellow, and brown polka dots. Did I mention I have a thing for polka dots? Problem was, the neck strings were all tangled among the others, so much so that I was willing to forego them just to save face with the other onlookers.
I felt so deflated, particularly because a few younger-lings had come up on them and remarked how uber-cute they were, which made them appear even more appealing.
I went on, looking for my commonplace bath towels, when there she was. Lying innocently on the lower shelf in the shower items aisle. I nearly stepped on her. I had never seen an apron as flirty as she/her. Going into apple season made it even more relavent to my purchase, so I reasoned.
Once home, “violin girl” snatched it from my cook’s hands and declared, “Oh, I love it. It’s mine!” I didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. I had “driver boy” take a few photogs of her wearing the new addition; however, when I went to upload them from his SD card, I found that he had deleted them, assuming I had already done so.
A bit of ranting ensued and both “violin girl” and “driver boy” declared a mutiny. It’s a shame, because they were such nice pictures.
That was yesterday and all seems forgiven. “Driver boy” allowed for one more photo shoot. Really. Just one photo.