Silver earrings and my Mum
So... it's my Mumsy's birthday this weekend. And Mother's Day next weekend. Every year, there is barely a week between the two celebrations. Which, I am slightly ashamed to admit, means that only one of them gets celebrated properly, and the other sees her receiving a bit of a token gift and a phone call. Sorry Mumsy!
(silver filigree earrings from Tree of Life)
This year, I am determined to fuss over her slightly more. (Well, a lot more.) You may remember that recently her father (my grandfather) was very ill. In a 88-year-old-man way, you know, the serious way. (Even though he beat Swine Flu last year - go Grandad!) And then he passed away. And she, being dutiful daughter, not to mention the most compassionate person I know, did all the right things. The practical things, the getting-the-unpleasant-business-of-death-sorted things. Bless her little cotton socks. I don't know her side of my family particularly well, I think it's a combination of distance and dramas which have separated us from them. I do know that one of them (not a blood relative, but a married-into-us relative) is a bit of a cow, and I guess you could also say that she is a right bitch-face. Mum managed to get past that and sort out what needed sorting, even with the nastiness and greedy-grabbiness going on. (What is with people? If you want Grandma's fob watch, be a good person during her lifetime and she might just leave it to you. If not, EFF OFF.)
(silver primitive earrings from Etsy)
So, this year I would like to treat my mother to a decent birthday. I would like my baby brother to step up and treat her to a decent birthday too. Last year, I am sorry to say, neither of us were the kids she would be proud of. Little shits, we were. But... all that changes now. (Do you hear me Jamie? We have to do better this year.)
(silver drop earrings from Witchery)
I used to think that my Mum was the hardest person in the universe to buy for, but in hindsight this may have been a spin-off from my biological father planting the seed in my head at a very young age. That seed was probably wrong, more likely he was just a thoughtless dude who really didn't know his wife as well as he should have, and kinda liked having an excuse to buy her rubbish household appliances and other miscellaneous crap. (Wow, this is turning into a family rant, isn't it!) Now, on the other hand, my stepfather John, who I see as my REAL Dad, as he's the one who raised me from the most influential age of fifteen, is the most well-meaning present purchaser. Oh, he still gets it wrong sometimes, but you just know that whatever John has given you, has been thought out for ages, possibly even months!
(silver halo earrings from Etsy)
There may be a correlation between Mum becoming easier to buy for, and me becoming old enough to have proper, grownup conversations with her, and actually listening to what she wants. There may also be a handy little thing happening, that whenever Mum says she likes something that I am wearing/using/carrying/reading, that I go out and get one for her too. Easy peasy! Perhaps another thing I have noticed is that as I get older, the accessories that I like most for myself are similar to things my Mum wore when I was younger.
(Evolution earrings from Mimco)
You may know, if you are actually a friend of mine and not some wonderful person who reads this blog by choice, that I have a bit of a thing going on when it comes to presents. Most female friends and family receive silver earrings from me as gifts. It's just what I do. Having a reasonably large collection of silver earrings myself means that I invariably get comments on the nicer ones, and then when I next see something similar, I purchase them for whomever was so kind as to compliment me on them. This means that I buy my Mum silver earrings at least a few times a year. She always loves the ones I wear, and instead of just giving them to her then and there, which would be the truly selfless and generous thing to do, I just buy her new ones!
(silver Japanese Lotus earrings from Etsy)
So, this year, just for something different, I'll give my wonderful Mum silver earrings. I will tell her how wonderful she is , a gift appreciated much more than the earrings. I'll get her a little something else too, obviously, in case she reads this... something's got to be a surprise!
(silver bird earrings from madeit - thanks Eva , I love them!)
These little silver birdies... these I would not give to my Mumsy. She probably wouldn't like them, they are a bit 'cutesy' for her. Yeah, my Mum uses that word quite a bit. Generally to describe things she thinks she is too old to wear, the dear. These I shall keep for myself. I adore them, and have decided to wear them every day until I am too old, and they are too cutesy for me.
Happy Birthday for Sunday, Mum! Love you. (Bet you can't guess which of these earrings I might be getting you...?!)
(silver filigree earrings from Tree of Life)
This year, I am determined to fuss over her slightly more. (Well, a lot more.) You may remember that recently her father (my grandfather) was very ill. In a 88-year-old-man way, you know, the serious way. (Even though he beat Swine Flu last year - go Grandad!) And then he passed away. And she, being dutiful daughter, not to mention the most compassionate person I know, did all the right things. The practical things, the getting-the-unpleasant-business-of-death-sorted things. Bless her little cotton socks. I don't know her side of my family particularly well, I think it's a combination of distance and dramas which have separated us from them. I do know that one of them (not a blood relative, but a married-into-us relative) is a bit of a cow, and I guess you could also say that she is a right bitch-face. Mum managed to get past that and sort out what needed sorting, even with the nastiness and greedy-grabbiness going on. (What is with people? If you want Grandma's fob watch, be a good person during her lifetime and she might just leave it to you. If not, EFF OFF.)
(silver primitive earrings from Etsy)
So, this year I would like to treat my mother to a decent birthday. I would like my baby brother to step up and treat her to a decent birthday too. Last year, I am sorry to say, neither of us were the kids she would be proud of. Little shits, we were. But... all that changes now. (Do you hear me Jamie? We have to do better this year.)
(silver drop earrings from Witchery)
I used to think that my Mum was the hardest person in the universe to buy for, but in hindsight this may have been a spin-off from my biological father planting the seed in my head at a very young age. That seed was probably wrong, more likely he was just a thoughtless dude who really didn't know his wife as well as he should have, and kinda liked having an excuse to buy her rubbish household appliances and other miscellaneous crap. (Wow, this is turning into a family rant, isn't it!) Now, on the other hand, my stepfather John, who I see as my REAL Dad, as he's the one who raised me from the most influential age of fifteen, is the most well-meaning present purchaser. Oh, he still gets it wrong sometimes, but you just know that whatever John has given you, has been thought out for ages, possibly even months!
(silver halo earrings from Etsy)
There may be a correlation between Mum becoming easier to buy for, and me becoming old enough to have proper, grownup conversations with her, and actually listening to what she wants. There may also be a handy little thing happening, that whenever Mum says she likes something that I am wearing/using/carrying/reading, that I go out and get one for her too. Easy peasy! Perhaps another thing I have noticed is that as I get older, the accessories that I like most for myself are similar to things my Mum wore when I was younger.
(Evolution earrings from Mimco)
You may know, if you are actually a friend of mine and not some wonderful person who reads this blog by choice, that I have a bit of a thing going on when it comes to presents. Most female friends and family receive silver earrings from me as gifts. It's just what I do. Having a reasonably large collection of silver earrings myself means that I invariably get comments on the nicer ones, and then when I next see something similar, I purchase them for whomever was so kind as to compliment me on them. This means that I buy my Mum silver earrings at least a few times a year. She always loves the ones I wear, and instead of just giving them to her then and there, which would be the truly selfless and generous thing to do, I just buy her new ones!
(silver Japanese Lotus earrings from Etsy)
So, this year, just for something different, I'll give my wonderful Mum silver earrings. I will tell her how wonderful she is , a gift appreciated much more than the earrings. I'll get her a little something else too, obviously, in case she reads this... something's got to be a surprise!
(silver bird earrings from madeit - thanks Eva , I love them!)
These little silver birdies... these I would not give to my Mumsy. She probably wouldn't like them, they are a bit 'cutesy' for her. Yeah, my Mum uses that word quite a bit. Generally to describe things she thinks she is too old to wear, the dear. These I shall keep for myself. I adore them, and have decided to wear them every day until I am too old, and they are too cutesy for me.
Happy Birthday for Sunday, Mum! Love you. (Bet you can't guess which of these earrings I might be getting you...?!)
Posted by Katy Potaty CUPCAKE LADY at Wednesday, April 28, 2010 7:24 AM 
Categories: Mother's Day, inspiration
Categories: Mother's Day, inspiration
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