Two of my mother’s aprons found their way to me this year. This might not seem like a remarkable thing, but my mother died in 1985, and without consulting each other, first my grandmother, and then my aunt, sent me a apron my mother had made over 23 years ago. And both within four months of each other! I attribute this to some kind of synchronicity in my universe, that my mother comes back to me in ways I could have never expected.
I took these photos with Photo Booth, and love the grainy vintage feel that happened because of the way the light was coming in the window.
