Mother’s Day has taken on a complete different meaning to me once I became a Mom myself. It’s too bad that I often seem to be forgetting about my own mom, now that I have taken on that role myself. I still send a card and call her on the phone, but it’s not entirely about her anymore. So here it is, a belated ode to the most amazing woman in my life, who has gone through so many rough patches, given up her own dreams to make my brother’s and mine come true, and who will always be there for me no matter what: you will always be in my heart and I will be there for you when you need me.
Now it would be lovely to have a picture of my Mom to post, but I know she wouldn’t want that. And it would be lovely as well to post an ultra-feminine outfit, embracing the woman in me. Maybe it is because I am a Mom that I wear pants more often than a skirt or dress – yes, out of practicality! That will change soon, though, as my children become so much more independent with every day.
LATE DINNER AT POURHOUSE
THE TOWERS OF BONE MARROW
A COUP OF THYME FOR THE MOMS
Wearing old Sandro blouse and Gap jeans, Zara heels, H&M necklace and belt.