On occasion I work with a colleague named L. The first time I met L he told me my outfit was very "Anne Hathaway". I knew we'd get along.
I squinted my eyes at him from across my office. We were surrounded by computers and filing cabinets, not an oven or sink in sight. "An apron?"
He shrugged. "It kind of looks like an apron. It's not one?"
"You thought I got out of bed and decided to wear an apron to work today?"
"You complimented my outfit even though you thought it might be an apron?"
He was confused by my confusion. I let it go.
Moral of the story: if worse comes to worst and you need to wear an apron to work, I will look at you funny and ask you about your apron in such a way that it needs to be italicized.