My mother is a lady

Lately I have been thinking a lot about my mother.

Actually, I have been thinking a lot about the way I used to look at my mother when I was little.

The way Lily looks at me while I’m getting dressed has reminded me of the way I used to watch my mother get dressed.

I used to love watching her. (and still do actually)

My mother was (and still is) a lady.

To me, she embodied the essence of everything I thought a lady should be.

The way she carefully chose her lingerie, the panties always matching the bra.

Skirts and dresses always favored to pants. (never jeans when I was little)

Her shoes and purse matching most of the time.

The way she applied her make-up. A dark green line on her top eye lid carefully drawn with liquid eye liner, a bit of blush and lipstick.

The finishing touches was my favorite part.

Perfume and jewelry. My mother to this day still has an amazing collection of both.

Depending on her mood she would choose a perfume from the many beautiful bottles she had on her vanity and carefully dab it behind her ears and on her wrists.

The same was done with the jewelry, she would take her time choosing her earrings, necklaces, rings and bracelets.

As a young child, I learned about the art of dressing from my mother.

Although my style is much different from my mother’s, I wear jeans often, my lingerie never matches, I hardly ever wear perfume, my shoes never match my purse, the art of dressing is something that I do practice on a daily basis.

So as Lily watches me get dressed and as we step out the door, I hope she looks at me the way I used to (and still do) look at my mother and thinks to herself “my mother is a lady”.

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me getting ready

our check out point. the full length mirror in our lobby