My late Dad had Parkinson's and needed bibs for eating. Mom was concerned that bibs were too "sad," making him look handicapped when he was pretty vital up until the very end. So I made him BBQ aprons using sports and other "manly" fabric. He wore them everywhere - to restaurants, fancy dinners, friends' homes - as well as every meal at home. Now I occasionally get them out for me to use with messy meals like tacos, spaghetti, etc. Besides, they are a sweet reminder of a sweet man.