




Because late-stage capitalism doesn’t season itself.
This isn’t just an apron. It’s a full-body cry for help disguised as kitchen couture. Whether you’re rage-baking at 2am, feeding friends out of trauma-bonded obligation, or distracting yourself from the crumbling economy one cupcake at a time, this apron is your uniform of defiance.
Stitched with the energy of burnout, soaked in the flavor of financial ruin, and glazed in righteous suspicion of every institution ever — it’s not just for cooking. It’s for surviving.
100% Polyester Canvas – strong enough to withstand marinara spills and emotional breakdowns
One Size (31.5" x 25.6") – full frontal protection from food, feelings, and fiscal collapse
Tie-Back Closure – secure enough to hold you together when the system doesn’t
Strap Colors in Black, White, Beige, Blue, or Pink – because your trauma should at least match your kitchen aesthetic
Sewn-in Care Label – one less decision for your already cooked nervous system
Assembled in the USA from globally sourced parts – just like your identity crisis
Perfect for:
Rage-baking banana bread while questioning the concept of currency
Hosting dinner parties fueled by Prosecco and paranoia
Looking cute while mentally plotting your escape to a remote forest commune
🛒 Add to cart. Because the world may be burning, but at least your apron’s fire. 🔥
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