My mother came to stay with us on Sunday to keep an eye on Thing 2 while DH and I attended a wedding. After she settled herself in, I went upstairs to get dressed and made-up, applying lipstick, blush, mascara and all other manner of hope.
When I came downstairs some three hours later, Mom looked up at me from the kitchen table where she was relaxing, peered into my face and asked, "Why don't you put on some make-up?"
Oh...hi there Mom. Didja sleep okay?
My mother is my
only biggest fan, the one who "clicks" when I'm feeling abandoned and forwards on to me all the Snopes, health and scam warnings in
her inbox when I'm feeling unloved. Each morning, she turns on her computer, checks "the" email and settles down with a cup of coffee (black with two pilfered Sweet n Lows- more on that later) and a half a bagel to read through Body of Work. I consider this the greatest of compliments -- after all, she could have been watching Hoda and Kathy Lee.
So this morning I decided to take Mom's advice and apply my make-up more liberally. This is how I greeted her:
She liked the lipstick effect, but suggested I do something with my hair. You just can't please some people....
By the way, I learned this morning that my Mom doesn't steal Sweet-in-Low from diners and highway rest-stops but
actually buys it at the market. I think my childhood is over.
