I like my fabric to be genuine. If it says cotton, then 100% cotton, no mixtures of nylon thread. I hate wearing a garment that sends an electric impulse through my body if I happen to touch something metallic. There is nothing worse that sending sparks from your finger tips. My days as a Brit in England were emerged in crimpelene, terylene, rayon, nylon and whatever. Thank goodness for the days of trousers for women where I no longer have to wear nylon stockings clinging to my legs and making me want to scratch away the irritations. They even invented nylon socks. Today I can wear my trousers and go to the sock department of a store for my feet coverage.
But what does the photo have to do with this. I always loved this apron. It is a 6 year younger me wearing the apron. My friend brought it from England, knowing I do like cats. It is cotton, nothing electric and I can wash it at high temperatures. My favourite cover in the kitche when then the going gets tough. You cannot wash tomato stains out of a nylon pinafore.