This tattered old thing belonged to my Grandma Jessie Shimp and then somewhere along the line Mother dug it out and started using it. It would be nice if I could say that I use it while whipping up great dishes like Grandma and Mother used to do, but I don’t like to cook. Usually it hangs on a nail in the kitchen reminding me of those two women.

I think I may have actually worn it once or twice, but there is no magic in it. I think even the Stouffer’s put in the oven lasagna sagged in the middle. Sigh. However, I need to make some poncho-like covers to throw on over my clothes when I am doing some things . . . such as gluing. We’ll just put that story in the never mind bin.