Mother Must I?

Latest Dernier Cri*

Guess what Sunday is darling boys and girls- ladies and gents? It is Mother's Dayyyyyy!!! And unlike every other holiday it is not the one where you can say, "isn't every day Mother's Day?" because the answer is, hell no- it.is.not.  I am actually confused and maybe you can help me.  What am I supposed to do on Mother's Day? Do I hang out with my children and go to the club, take a nice cold flat-lining dip into the pool with my three kids with their puddle jumpers on -who seem to have the skin of a sea lion and eat chicken "fingers" at the grill? The french fries are divine btw... Do I invite the in-laws and and my mother and father and have a big train wreck of a lunch with the kids at a restaurant- Where my nerves are in a kitten ball because Charlie ate a plate of ketchup off my new Gucci dress, Beau slapped the waitress on her ass, and Tallulah decided that in order to become completely invisible to all of us was to refuse to get out of the car.  Charming bunch... That's a lot like Christmas, but they are our Mother's and that feels so right to have them with me and I love them.   My sister is a single mother and her angelic child is like my fourth- so she has to come.  She is also my bestie and makes all "holidays" more like the Madonna video than the real thing.  I don't know how all of this works and who wants to do what?  Do I do what I want which is get a 6-er, the book I have been reading for a year, and head for the dunes, maybe catch a movie?  Then I am sure I would get lonely and/ judged.  Isn't that crazy how that happens?  You get alone and then you miss the chaos, we are absolute masochist- ALL OF US.  Maybe there can be like a Manic Mama Monday- where it's all the things you want to do for yourself to take care of yourself without the guilt. Which is crazy real.  Mother guilt and daughter guilt.  Southerners and Jews are the guiltiest feeling people on earth, it is a tie.  I have studied it intensely with my friends.  You can conduct a test if you do not believe me. What happened to the days where someone had a nice long table on a lawn outside under a tree and the kids played and everyone wore white and there was lots of red wine and old people, oh I think that's the Godfather.

what my life is typically like...this is old. so they are just bigger on the same couch.

So, lets talk gifts people.  This is a topic where anything can go.  If you are anything like me, I order my own things.  Only because I know I have to.  I have a last minute hustler of a husband and unfortunately he will bring something he found at the store on Friday and gift it to me on Sunday and it will be earrings made of genuine cotton.  You can see his heart was in it, but missed the spot just a bit.  But! when he is on point he is on point. Sometimes Herend and Hermes.  The sweetheart is so unpredictable it's bananas.  BUT! you can never have too much of the "H twins" and I'm not talking herpes.  My favorite gifts are the ones the kids make.  I love the questionnaires.  Especially when they don't know my first name and guess I am 5.  Once Tallulah said she loved riding trains with me and her favorite memory was when we rode horses.  Neither happened, but I love a dreamer.  So, for her next birthday we are taking a train to Danbury, Connecticut to pick out a mildly tempered Arabian with an unpronounceable name.  This year I bought myself a little gold bracelet with "Mama" on it.  Stella and Dot makes these and it was a breezy hundo. It is perfectly crafted and delicate just like the word engraved.  So true. I also bought a bottle of Vaniglia del Madagascar straight from the Farmacia SS Annunziata, which sounds like a prison I have been in, but is actually a company that specializes in perfumes or parfum and dates back to 1561in Firenze, Italia.  It is delightful, light and takes me back to a place that I lived and studied for some time in my late teens and early twenties.  I feel like such an idiot saying parfum, do you? I have recently fallen head over heels for designer Jules Reid brought to my attention by fellow blogger and pal Teggy French (you must check out her blog).  I bought myself a 4 dresses too.  I cannot wait to show them off for you because they are unique and vintage inspired with a West Palm -60's twist.  I just want to climb into a Slim Aaron's photograph and just- you know, fit right in.  Needless to say, I'm good and I have informed the husband- no gifts I handled it like a mother.

A Jules Reid embroidered caftan coming my way Mamasita's

Hope my dresses get here before the big day!!! 

It's Alex Weichart aka Teggy French in Jules Reid- Isn't she rosy!

Mother's Day is not just for women with children, if you have a dog, a cat, or even a rat,which,  I learned are extremely clean animals especially when kept domestically (not gotta happen)you are a mom.  Not everyone can have children, wants children, or considers their children that are human beings to be their "kids"  You mama's out there with fur babies are just as crazy about your little Cocka-Poo named Puddles as I am with my own kids. So here's to you.  And to you wounded warriors who brave every day without your mother, may God bless you and comfort you.  My heart is heavy as a cinder block thinking about it, but as you grow I pray you make new memories with your children and husband, puppy or wife and look graciously at your cherished memories, and celebrate the day exactly the way your mother would have wanted it.  You are my heroes.
To "MOTHER'S" wherever you may be or whoever you are with this year, I hope someone whispers in your ear you smell like sunflowers, or that you're prettier than pinecones.  I hope that someone takes up for you because you didn't deserve to be treated like that dammit and someone rubs your back that way or puts your hair behind your ear because they want to see your pretty face. Just find a way if it is only for a moment to get yours.  I'll be at the theater seeing a movie, sun-burned on Monday with a beer buzz.

Godspeed and Happy Mother's Day,
Cha-cha











MY DREAM BRUNCH ENSEMBLE:

Templeton Purse to match my Charlotte' Web shoes.  Bag Kate Spade.

Charlotte's Web High Heels- by Charlotte Olympia  

Charlotte Tilbury Lipstick in Kiss Chase

Gucci Silk Floral Dress (pre-ketchup)

ps.  I have a iron lady mother, tough as nails, pretty as a picture, and mean as the dickens.  I would not mess with her, but I would not leave her alone either.  She is 18 at heart.  Has taken me to 15 different countries and other extravaganzas a girl could only dream of. She has spoiled me, but not rotten. I am grateful.  She believes in hardwork.  Although she likes to dictate it from the sidelines. She is outrageously creative and her sense of fashion is untouchable.  Sometimes when she is being a 5 on the manic scale I want to climb in bed with her and pop open some bubbles and watch indie movies with her eventhough I have to stop and explain it every five minutes.  Maybe place a few drunken Neiman orders for good measure, jk.  I love you Mama.