Heaven help me . . .

. . . if I don't have a granddaughter. The dress-up trunks in my attic are bursting at the seams with peignoir sets from the '50s, prom dresses from the '80s, and enough high-heels and mink stoles to clothe a girls boarding school. And this little apron, found thrifting last Friday, is sure to make an appearance when I'm babysitting one day, and my favorite little gal and I decide to bake something fun. This piece might work with a grandson, but I think my future son-in-law will draw the line at the pink peau de soie peep-toe heels.