A pinafore is described as a low-necked, sleeveless dress that is often worn as an over-garment, like an apron.
I love the word pinafore. It's a word that brings visions of generations past where families might not have been able to afford ribbons and lace, but little girls' dresses were always clean and pressed, if a bit worn. I come from plain stock with no money for extras, so it's a safe bet that if my mother, aunt and grandmothers had on their best Sunday dress, there was probably a pinafore over it to keep it from being soiled. Or perhaps their fanciest dress was a pinafore.
Years ago on a trek through an antique store, I came across this cute little doll-sized pinafore and snatched it up - just because. I toted it around from town to town, state to state, from one house to another, not really knowing what I wanted to do with it, but reluctant to let it go.
When I found my blue dishes a while back (which still haven't been hung on the walls, by the way), I also found the pretty brown pinafore. Still not having decided on it's purpose in my life, I was determined to do something with it. Gazing around my kitchen, I spied the forlorn-looking baker's rack in the corner with no pots to hang from it. Two small safety pins later and my prize was safely ensconced on said rack.
I don't know if that spot will be a forever home for my pinafore, but I'm sure to get more enjoyment from it there than stuffed into a box.
I'm taking the A-Z Blogging Challenge, where I will post something from each letter of the alphabet on the corresponding day in April, except for Sunday, on (hopefully) all four of my blogs. You can see my other blogs in the sidebar - More of Marie Anne.