Funny Aprons For Women Novels & Stories

It wasn’t fancy, but there was something about the color that made me feel confident. I still didn’t want to ruin it. The fabric was too lovely. So, before heading out, I borrowed an apron from Miss Lilia. I tied it carefully around my waist, making sure it covered my stomach down to halfway over the skirt. It would protect my dress from any dirt or splashes I might encounter during work. Just as I was adjusting the knot at the back, a sharp, formal voice called from the other side of my closed door. “Human, what are you still doing in there? Your carriage is already waiting outside. I even went out of my way to call it for you.”

The space felt warm, lived-in, and whatever that woman was cooking, his stomach wanted some. Dragging his tie off, Liam moved closer to his kitchen. He had never thought a woman could look so sexy in an apron. The image reminded him of moms and old ladies at Christmas dressed as Mrs. Claus. But on Maxima? The red-and-white striped apron was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Liam stared in amazement. Never had there been so much activity in his kitchen so long as he’d lived here. He’d grilled the odd steak, and a woman or two had cooked him dinner, but mostly he ate out.

"But you're wearing it in the wrong way." Timothy approached the woman and let her fix the apron for him. It was fun to watch her smile as she adjusted his apron. The aura of her face looks bright now, unlike recently; even when she's smiling, there is a lack of energy that can be seen in her eyes.

she said. "You're so nice, I also just want to acquaint myself with my kitchen," i explained. "It's fine girl, i've got you," she said and handed me an apron. I tied it around my waste and realized how small it was. "This is unique sized apron," I commented. She looked at me and laughed.

There were clicking of tongues, snorts, and chuckles, but then the fun part began… All twenty-five participants were given aprons. The aprons were white-ish and crafted to cover most of the clothing. Of course, most of the elegant ladies seemed disgusted by the mandatory piece to wear during the workshops, and I certainly enjoyed the moment I saw Jeanette put on the apron as if it were a gown made of used toilet paper.

He wasn’t joking about there being no rules on how you have to wear the apron. Some are wearing them around their head, tied backwards around their waist, as a top, and some are even using them like a loincloth to cover their goods with nothing underneath them. It’s an interesting look. Formal wear with half the crowd accessorizing with these tiny, lacey aprons. I will admit that those wearing the aprons seem to be having just as good of a time as those without. And there really doesn’t seem to be a divide either. Everyone is mingling, laughing, dancing, making out…

I didn't know what to do with my body. “And those were the longest I could find, also the largest!” Alaina laughed as she pulled the Hello Kitty apron off her and dropped it on the table. “You look like you do Yoga right now…” “Funny 'cause I thought the same thing. These are damn tight!” I tugged at the band. “And short.” “It's just because you have really long legs…”

I made a mental note to ask where to find something like that, because if I was going to live here for three months or more, I wanted to have something suitable to wear for nicer occasions without freezing my ass off. I was on my second cup of coffee when someone appeared at my elbow. She was young, maybe around my age, with her hair pulled neatly back into a crown braid that had a piece of vibrant red fabric woven throughout it. She wore a similar style set as many of the other women, but had a patterned apron on top of it, denoting her as a member of the staff.

Nina opened a drawer and pulled out a folded apron. “Here,” she said, handing it to Irene. “I don’t want you to get your clothes dirty. Such a pretty dress, by the way! It seems like yesterday when I was able to pull of those cute little outfits. Not everything stays tucked in place like it used to, unfortunately.”

At the burn wrapped in gauze. "Ugly," she muttered. "Cover it up." She threw a dress at my face. It was a maid's uniform, but ancient. Made of coarse gray wool that scratched my skin the moment I touched it. It was huge and shapeless and smelled like vinegar and mothballs. I put it on with clumsy movements. It swallowed me. The hem dragged on the floor. The sleeves hung past my fingertips. "Tie the apron," Carmina ordered. I tied the white apron around my waist. It was stained with old grease and something darker I didn't want to identify.