(IMO) Mother's Day

My mum's style is in her smile. It's never really mattered what she put on - she's always been radiant in simplicity accessorized with a smile. Although her closet has historically trended towards classic and functional, I like to reflect how my obsession with the fashion industry has opened the realm of possibility for her. Over the years she's become comfortable with skinny jeans, sheer tunics, leather leggings, exposed zippers and oversized sunglasses... all items she swore she could never wear when they first appeared (or should I say reappeared) on store shelves and magazine pages. Nonetheless, you could strip away her adopted fashionista persona, and you'd still be left with the most beautiful woman I know. Keep smiling Momma!!!

As I reminisced my life with mum, and perused a selection of old & new photos I found several that I had to share. Happy Mother's Day Mum xoxo.

I love this picture because it is so representative of my mum and I. Twenty years later and we still sit on steps, sidewalk curbs, café patios, hardwood floors, step ladders, benches and sandy beaches... anywhere convenient at the moment for a good heart to heart chat. She has always taken an intent interest in my little show & tell sessions.


This picture is a sentimental favorite because it is one of the few pictures I have of me, my mum, and her mum... plus lots of the other people we love! It was a really happy family trip - and this is one of the few thankful moments where my mother had the good sense to refrain from dressing my sister and I as twins. I guess it was just easier to buy two of the same thing than look for different outfits...

As we grow up and become consumed with life's hardships and everyday stresses it is often harder to be spontaneously silly. This picture captures, in photographic permanence, that silly mood that sneaks out of my parents every so often. I can usually induce the same effect by poking my mum in the side where I know she is most ticklish, or during any of the now rare times that the whole family gets together. Additionally - that is a graphic print skirt I would lust over today, And had my mum not divested herself of 90% of her original wardrobe...


This is one of my favorite pictures ever taken of my mum and I - not because either of us look particularly glam, but because of the massive feat which it commemorates. While feeling restless and adventurous on a trip to Southern Italy we decided to take a hike along a beautiful Positano coastline. After 21 years of life with my mum, it was not until we reached a narrow pathway along a ridge about a foot wide that I truly understood my mother's fear of heights. Mean as it is, it still makes me laugh to think of her crawling across this ridge with tears cascading down her cheeks - too far in to turn back, too far to go to the end. No one but my mum could have made crawling along a ledge in a skirt look glamorous - minus the tears, she could have been a model á la the fearless Dovima!


This picture proves everything I said before... simplicity accessorized with a smile! My mum is a beautiful lady.