Tuesday Museday....

My sweet mum and I have had a glorious visit. She has been here over a whole week now. We've been thrifting and sewing up a storm. She's been setting me straight on all my fashion faux pas. For instance: apparently I've been wearing my skirts too long, and my double buns (a la Princess Leia) are - and I quote - "not cool". On the otherhand, she does approve of my funky collection of vintage bakelite and glass necklaces and bracelets. No visit would be complete without the "there's a right way to do everything and I'm going to show you what it is" conversations. Not only is this expected behaviour from my mother, it is welcomed. I haven't nicknamed her "the queen of all things" for nothing, after all. More importantly though, I threatened to medicate her in her old age if she picks on my style choices too much. This made her laugh and all is well. I really am quite grateful to have her here. She is the reason that I am even a little bit together and grown up. I'm sure there are time that she wonders what the heck happened to me. Like when we cleaned up the kitchen last night and she counted my forks (who counts forks I ask you??) and discovered that I was three short of the dozen that are surely required by law. I really could not be sure when or how they went missing and could muster only a faintly concerned "huh, weird" - she must lay awake at night asking herself if she went wrong somewhere. All in all though, I know I am who I am because I was raised by such love from both my parents. Ever grateful and blessed. And now a truly horrible picture of us both.... Thanks for everything mum.