After ruining one too many pieces of clothing, it occurred to me that I should start cooking in the nude. My wallet couldn't handled the constant dry cleaning or replacement bills. During an outing with my mother, we trekked through Anthropology. On the clearance rack sat the most stylish, trendy, cute, must have apron. I couldn't resist, and thankfully to all those around me, I am still baking fully clothed thanks to this total winner.