So as promised to Terry, here is my more-50's-than-50's chicken apron:
I *DID* warn you.
Such a happy little orange-pink-green chicken family! I'm sure that they aren't actually staring at each other, aghast with sheer horror...
I don't wear this apron much, my go-to cooking apron is one of those full-front things (still chicken themed of course, in the style of a baby chick feed bag) since when I cook I require more of a drop cloth affair than an apron.
Among my collection of vintage table linens I also have a little tablecloth which looks to be from the early 1960's.
In each corner are these cheerful, clueless rooboys, who clearly have no idea they are standing next to a cooking pot.
There is also this saucy little fellow in the middle. He is presenting us with his backside, which is what all chickens do the minute you point a camera at them.
I'll have to get pictures of my other tacky chicken decorations, I love me some tacky crap so I've got some doosies.