Well, I've told my mother that I'm starting a blog, so now this is real.
Speaking of my mother, the other day she engaged in one of her mad-dash pre-grandchild clean-ups that she likes to do before my nephews and niece come to visit. Upon hearing her pleas for help in this matter, I immediately grabbed the vacuum cleaner and flung myself upon the housework like the dutiful youngest daughter I am. No, really.
What's that you say? There is something "odd" about this picture? What, your mother doesn't stop you in the middle of your chores to place her own wedding veil circa 1980 on your head and then insist on doing a photo shoot? Well, then.
And if you're wondering about all the china on the left-hand side of the picture, that came from my great-grandmother. My mother likes to blur the line between dishware and furniture. When she gets her hands on actual furniture, she turns it into art, as you can see in the deftly-painted little piece of wall decoration next to my left hip.
This photo, which I like to call "Wedded Bliss," is actually a fairly good representation of my mother. She finishes the most mundane of tasks (vacuum) so that she can engage in the most thrilling (artwork). She appreciates and preserves the past (china, veil) while remembering that she herself will become the past someday, so she had better raise some good children (fine specimen in center of photo). And the best part of all is that she was the woman behind the camera.
I'm not sure how this post became All About Mother, but then again, how many other times has this happened in my life?
Love you, Ma.
PS This room quickly became a temporary (?) toyroom for aforementioned grandchildren. And man, did they LOVE IT.
