Current Living Room Resident
Yup, the Shedd’s have shipped out and mom has moved in.
Yesterday after realizing we had no breakfast food in the fridge, and only sour cream for her coffee, she suggested we go for breakfast and then wander over to see the oddity that is the Yorkville Winners Store.
As it turns out this was a ploy. After watching us spend all of Sunday evening picking and packing books to fulfill Indigo orders, PayPal orders and finally getting the winner and celebrity books sent out, she decided she needed a sneaky way to get me out of the office without bringing work with me.
So we spend the day together wandering around Yorkville looking at clothes, books and food stores (aka shopping.) Results include a lovely raincoat for mom from Linda Lundstrom, a black cropped jacket for me, a bottle of Myer’s Lemon Drop mix from Williams Sonoma (for Tuesday night when Ger is at temple), and an invitation to the Ports 1961 "intimate Cocktail Reception" to celebrate their Spring Collection.
In the midst of yesterday’s shopping day, the sky opened up and the rain came down in bucket loads, so we stopped for a quick cup of "out of the rain tea." I hauled out my camera and started snapping. Now normally mom looks quite sophisticated and not so tharn – caught in the headlights. But I am a touch intrusive with my camera.
What was that? I thought I heard a chorus of voices saying "A touch??!?!?!"
MY mom has a Linda Lundstrom coat too! She calls it by its first name – “Linda” – and it’s so voluminous she has to pack a whole other suitcase just to bring it with her. I offered to knit her a scarf to go with the Linda but she told me she’d rather not spoil Linda’s effect with “crafty” (read: crappy) accessories. I’m trying not to take it personal.
P.S. Even when startled, your mom’s pretty foxy.
Yup, I don’t look a thing like her. It’s a shame.
Oh no, I left her read this post, and your comment, I am CURRENTLY getting a lecture on how YOUR mom must have the winter coat and how MY mom understands your mom’s dis-inclination to wear a scarf with it…
So I said snarkily “Oh, so if you had that coat you won’t wear the scarf I made you either… Nice.”
“With those coats there isn’t ROOM!” she responds dramatically, very dramatically. Leaning over at the waist, flailing arms, rolling eyes and waving eyebrows kind of dramatically.
Mom does wear the scarf I knit her for Xmas with her Australian Outback coat though.
Ack, She keeps popping her head into the office to expressively add to her response as I attempt to type this. I told her she could write her own response, but she “isn’t *there* yet.”
Oh what trouble we get into when we let our mommmies read our blogs.
Hilarious. Clearly, our moms are Linda soul-mates. And the blog reading – tell me about it. My mom made so many comments about what she termed the “revisionist family history” I occasionally mention on my blog that for Christmas, we set up a blog for her so that she could refute my claims. We called it “My Daughter Lies and Other Tales of Midlife”. Like your mom, though, she’s not quite *ready* to actually start using it. I’ll keep you posted.
Too, too funny. We laughed, we cried, we’re designing teeshirts.