I want this apron. Not because I cook and would put it to its proper domestic use. No. I want to throw it on over a little white shift dress and prance around town in platform shoes. Not unlike those women in the Catholic school-girl gear. You look at them and wonder who they think they're fooling with the plaid skirt because they obviously got kicked out of public school at the age of 16 and they passed 16 approximately 12 years ago. That's the look I'm going for. The "You can't cook and we know you can't cook, the apron fools no one - but you're still cute" look.