Saturday, December 11, 2010
Apron
I always wear a white kitchen apron. It's my shield, to cover my abdomen and protect my fragile intuitive gut. I wear it like a pinafore when I'm out in public, walking the dog, running chores. People just think I am baking or working, which is usually true.
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