I went to a party last spring in Boise with the Boise Hash House Harriers. We were at this great pub in the mountains called Ben's Crow's Nest Inn after a race. The Harriers call themselves "drinkers with a running problem." The men wore skirts and dresses, heels and stockings and the women were dressed up like hookers. A couple of guys came over with a pitcher to fill my half-empty cup. Party foul! Must fill. "Hi, I'm party in my pants," the guy in the plaid schoolgirl skirt and blond wig said. "This is my friend douche bag." Douche bag had his hair in pigtails and wore a hippie dress and stilettos. He lifted his dress so he could show me his garter belt. I sucked the foam from my beer and knew I'd found my people.
All of that frivolity and dressing up is so fun! Maybe that's why I love to wear aprons when I cook. It's like dressing for the part. I really need a new one.
This morning I found this amazing apron blog -- another example of obsession. Aprons of all things! But here I am mesmerized by it. http://apronaday.blogspot.com/
I love this yellow bird and floral apron. Cool! It's at ETSY.
Oh wow. Now I'm totally in love. The Shibuki Dragon apron from Pretty Ditty. Oh, and red vintage patent leather heels.
No one puts cupcake in a corner!