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Ida Apron | Demin

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Ida Apron | Demin

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Denim Apron with pockets
Denim Apron with cookie sheet
Organic Indigo linen apron
Criss-cross back of denim apron
Baker with denim apron and rolling pin
Detail of pocket of denim apron

Ida Apron | Demin

from 135.00

Our apron is designed with curved corners that provide a beautiful silhouette from every view. There are two perfectly placed pockets at the hips. The thin straps criss-cross in the back and can tie either in the front or the back.

Colors: Indigo or Denim

Dimensions: length 28" width 32"

One size

Care: Machine wash cold, and tumble dry on low heat.

Handmade in San Francisco, U.S.A.

Our products are locally made with small batch manufacturing. We are committed to sustainable design. 

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Ida was a dear. old family friend, and I swear there was nothing she could not do. She grew up on a Pippin apple farm at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Even though she moved to town as an adult, she had a large garden where grew all her own vegetables. She canned all Summer and Fall, made me try new food, inspired me to think. Walking in to her country-style kitchen, was a place of warmth, good smells and a bustle of activity. No matter how busy Ida was, she would stop, sit down and check in with you. She was the consumate, hostess without airs. She was ill when I moved here 22 years ago, she had a sparkle in her eye as I told her of my bold decision. There are traces of her riddled throughout my life here on the West Coast.