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Dear Beautiful,

The Apron.

Winter sunshine spilled into her kitchen, which looked like the aftermath of a baking disaster. Flour dusted the bench, sugar sparkled across every surface, sticky syrup clung to bowls and spoons, and ingredients had somehow found their way into every corner.

But something wonderful was baking in the oven.

Today, it was her famous apple crumble pie.

The new neighbours had moved in yesterday. Endless boxes. Two tired little children. A father carrying furniture and a mother whose smile suggested she was already running on empty.

They had waved.

She had waved back.

Perhaps tonight, after the children were finally asleep, a warm dessert might feel like a little welcome.

She tied the old apron around her waist.

It was ridiculous. Oversized flowers straight from the seventies. Orange, mustard, avocado green and pink all competing for attention. Nothing matched. Everything clashed.

She adored it.

It made her feel like a proper baker. One she most certainly wasn't.

She danced foolishly to the heavy metal music she was playing from Muse, clashing just as spectacularly with her loud floral apron. Somehow, it suited the glorious chaos unfolding around her.

Butter disappeared beneath her fingertips as she rubbed it through the flour and sugar until the crumble became soft and golden. Just enough orange zest added to brighten every bite.

This was the secret.

Not rushing it.

The apples simmered gently on the stove with vanilla and sugar. Sweet. Tart. Comforting. Exactly as they should be.

She spooned the fruit into the pie dish before generously covering it with the crumble. Then came an extravagant dusting of cinnamon sugar, little chunks of butter that would melt into the topping as it baked, and finally a handful of flaked almonds.

For character.

She smiled. There was no such thing as too much crumble.

Sliding the pie into the oven, she closed the door and finally looked at herself. Flour dusted her apron. Sugar clung stubbornly to her jumper. A streak of cinnamon sat across one cheek. Even her hair had somehow joined in.

She laughed.

Dipping a finger into the leftover crumble mixture, she couldn't resist one little taste. She licked her fingers.

She smiled.

This was going to be delicious.

Soon the house would fill with the unmistakable scent of warm apples and spice.

And perhaps, just perhaps, the little pie wrapped in a tea towel and carried next door would become the beginning of a friendship.

Sometimes the loveliest thing we can wear isn't perfectly matched at all.

Sometimes it's an old apron, a generous heart, and the confidence to knock on a stranger's door with dessert still warm from the oven.

Being more you. Love Elizabeth

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