Yesterday, between a couple of appointments, I decided to venture into the consignment shops near my home. My youngest son was with me. He wasn’t too thrilled at first with what I thought was a great idea. But, he warmed up in the end. And he even found something he wanted.

I went in search of old plates and linens to spice up my meals. I had fun looking, but I didn’t find exactly what I was searching  for. I did, however, find two vintage aprons that I instantly felt compelled to purchase. I think one of my characters, Tallis’ Aunt Gabbie, would love these aprons as well. When I got home I went in search of a vintage apron my mother had given me. The style matched perfectly the ones I found while shopping.

Three aprons. My mother gave me the middle one years ago.

In The Portal’s Choice, Gabbie wears aprons because she is a messy cook. I borrowed that from real life – my life. I love aprons because they keep my clothes reasonably clean while I’m cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. But I also love them for more than their practicality. Aprons are so old-fashioned in many ways and there is a part of me that is drawn to the elegance of an earlier, more formal time that a pretty apron suggests. I also appreciate the ritual in my life that donning an apron represents. When I put on an apron I switch roles and begin to prepare a meal for my family. When my family gathers for a meal it is a special time to spend together.

My aprons for every day use aren’t as pretty as the ones I purchased yesterday. They are more practical items that wash easily and are rather plain, except for my favorite one from France that is bright yellow and has a picture of Le Chat Noir on the front. The ones I found yesterday are beautiful, whimsical even, as well as practical. I think Gabbie would approve.

No more shopping for me. It’s time to write. But I’m going in search of more antique and consignment stores soon. I still have to find my old plates.

Happy Reading,

KD