He cooks, and by cooks I mean crafts, a meal for us every night. And because he's an elaborate chef, he gets his clothes dirty in the process of splashing homemade chicken stock here, and reducing with red wine there.
And so, with heartfelt love and a bit of humor (I mean just LOOK at the fabric!), I made Joe an apron to wear with pride and to protect his duds from grease and flying au jus (complete with embroidered initials, lest anyone wonder to whom it belongs).
So far it's working. He wears it nightly, and no longer complains of phantom greasy spots appearing on his shirts. Also, he looks adorable in it.
And, as you can see above, even Roody approves.