Despite my love of reading, I’ve never belonged to a book club. I don’t know why I’m a lone reader, considering I know lots of women whose bedside tables teeter with books. Of late, I’m talking a year or so, I’ve often thought of The Apron Book as a unique yet perfect choice for a book club, but I’d done nothing to foster a club’s interest. Luckily for me, my friend Judy Parry does not so tarry.
Six months ago, Judy invited me to share my apron journey with her group. They arrived wearing aprons in honor of the subject of their choice read. Dave, Judy’s good natured husband, took this photo for me:
I’m wearing a reversible apron, the pretty pink roses side showing. I think I tried on at least ten or so aprons before settling on this one. Choosing which apron to tie on shouldn’t take so long, but so be it. ‘Tis my albatross.
The unusual aspect to this apron presentation was the opportunity to share my acquisition of two traits: the art of listening and the every day-ness of writing…the latter the one element to a book for which there is no substitute. I’m often asked how I came to write a book, but rarely about how I write. The other unexpected treat was the refreshments – wine and cobbler straight from the oven and real ice cream. I love book club!