Things Mom was wrong about that still bug me to this day.
Wearing zebra-striped canvas shoes, with a red dress.
As in, she thought it was a good idea.
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Things Mom was wrong about that still bug me to this day.
Wearing zebra-striped canvas shoes, with a red dress.
As in, she thought it was a good idea.
Did I mention, they were those inter-changeable canvas shoes that the tops zipped off, so you could wear a different color/pattern?
Wearing zebra-striped canvas shoes, with a red dress.
in my imagination, this is wackily awesome.
those inter-changeable canvas shoes that the tops zipped off, so you could wear a different color/pattern?
I missed this historical moment in the history of fashion. I was picturing chucks.
I missed this historical moment in the history of fashion.
It was the late 80s. It may have been a Payless thing.
When my mother was having her Bad Fashion Moments (which coincided with her midlife crisis) there were copious amounts of tight white denim jeans which required the help of me and a pair of pliers in order to get the zipper up, half-unbuttoned French silk shirts, many gold chains with warding off the Evil Eye charms and Clairol Red #33 hair color. There were also instances of her mowing the front lawn while wearing a bikini. (And let's keep in mind we lived across the street from my elementary school.)
And she wonders why I don't wear a bikini to this day.
oh dear.
I'm happy to say I've never been embarassed by the way mom looks. Some of the things she says on the other hand...
Some of the things she says on the other hand...
"Oh, did I ring you? I wanted your sister." (This happens about once a week.)
She used to make us what she called Lamb Creole. An exceptionally hyperbolic name - it was basically lamb with a tin of tomato soup opened on top of it...
When she moved into a new place, she raved about how accessible it would be for me. It has two flights of stairs in it. Heh.
"Mum, I can't fit everything into the dishwasher." "Just put what you can in." (A regular reply that she never, ever noticed the weirdness of.)
She has infected me with quite serious OCD-like tendencies that I thought were normal, until I started living with people who are not her. I have learnt that it's OK to dry your hands on a dishtowel occasionally. And also not to follow *any* of her cooking tips.
Ah, God bless my mother. She's crazy and adorable.
My mom was 39 when I was born, and short, round, and gray-haired for as long as I knew her. The first time I met a friend's mom who wore miniskirts I had a serious moment of bogglement. You mean moms aren't born in polyester pantsuits and sensible flats? Inconceivable!