Nostalgia

Those of you who have been reading me for any period of time, know that I am a girly girl. I love make-up, nail polish, hair doo-dads, shoes, clothes, jewelry. And you also know that my proclivity towards hyper feminism, is due to the fact that my mother was a hairdresser during my formative years.

She tells of how, even as a young child, I would sit quite happily and let her put my hair in rollers or pin curls.

Recently, she posted this photo on Facebook.

See? I told you! It's not my fault I'm such a girl.

My sister is the one under the dryer. I'm the one leaning on my mothers knee as she reads us a story. The pants my Mom is wearing? We had outifts to match, that consisted of a shirt and vest, with orange tops underneath, just like Mom's. She sewed them herself, along with many other such seventies type atrocities. But then...they were cute and stylish and people often stopped to comment on three little girls dressed in matching outfits.

Did I have an awesome Mom or what?

I didn't really appreciate her (especially during my teenaged years) until I became a Mom myself. How she did all that she did is completely beyond me. She worked, kept the house and cooked, sewed us clothes, did crafts and made a staggering amount of holiday goodies every single year.

She was the Enjoli woman.

Because of her, our childhood was idyllic in many ways. Because of her, I am a good Mom too. Different, but the same in all the ways that count. I know it's not Mother's Day or anything, but if you still have a Mom, let her know much you love her and how thankful you are to have had such a strong, positive female role model in your life.

Thanks Mom.