My Grandmother lived with us for awhile when I was young, and always wore an apron. I think the only times she took it off were for church and going to bed. The thing I remember most, and it is a cherished memory, was that out of the blue, she'd say, "You know, you've been a good girl today, so why don't you check my magic pocket." There would be a piece of candy in the pocket of her apron. We never had candy sitting around when I was a kid, we never saw my Grandmother put it in her pocket, and we could never figure out how it got there. Her apron truly had a magic pocket to us. It still makes me smile -- and I may carry on the tradition. :)