Meet my Mom – Lilian (some call her Lily – but I like her name, Lilian Diana)
This is a photo of me with my Mom. At almost 77, I must say she’s looking phenomenal. I look a lot like her at the same age, but sadly, I did not inhert her amazing skin and barely grey hair. as a Honestly, if I stopped colouring mine, I’d be snow white compared to her.
As a young girl, I remember being amazed at how beautiful my Mom was to me. I know I know, everyone thinks that about their Mom, but truly my Mom was a beautiful woman. She still is – its just that she’s lost her spark. She looked so beautiful yesterday when she arrived at my home.
My Mom was also such an amazing dresser. My gosh – I definitely inherited my love and addiction for clothing and shoes from her. In my 20’s bb (before babies) I would buy shoes like they were food. She lived across the road from a shoe store named Cuthberts – I would hop off the bus, go in and walk out with two to three pairs of the same shoes for each of us. I knew exactly which shoes she’d like. I think if social media had been around back then, she’d have been a perfect style blogger. She also instilled my intense dislike of walked through heels – so yes, I don’t get as itchy about it anymore, but I am still amazed when I beautifully groomed and well presented women walks around with the nails of her heels clack clacking.
This winter – I’ve decided to wear the brooches she gave me a few years back – I think we’ll let them have a comeback this year.
‘Til next time … celebrate everything – but first, your imperfections.