Happy Mother's Day!

There is no rhyme nor reason these days to what I manage to find time to do. Twenty-six posts in the thirty day month of April? Sure, no problem. A simple check in post during any of the first twelve days of May? And interrupt the clutter I have been creating in an attempt to get organized and decrease clutter? Absolutely not apparently. Luckily something important has come along to snap me back to my senses.

Happy Mother's Day!

Now I will admit that my quest for the annual photo to honor my mom opens a bit of a Pandora's box. I can never go into the photo land bin with any level of discipline and focus on the project at hand. I had to send one group text with a couple of photos crying to be shared, then a couple of others chimed in to be sent to another group. I also approach the task with what seem like reasonable expectations, visualizing the exact photo I want, but with no sense of where I saw it last. My haphazard searching just brings me to more photos I have to pay adequate attention to, daydreaming when necessary.

I was looking for a picnic scene with matching blue floral sundresses, but found the perfect substitution that still highlights our penchant for wearing coordinated outfits. I used to feel so special when we went to the fabric store as I had the rockstar mom who was going to make me a new outfit with whatever fabric I chose was gently guided towards. (My outstanding choice in footwear is once again on display as well. Please also take note of my stick pin accessory.)

If you find yourself baffled by what to do with your hands when posing for photos, might we suggest a stuffed animal to hold. Dogs are a nice choice. How are those gently cascading bangs falling into my right eye not driving me insane?!

Mom, you look younger now than whoever that woman is posing as you in the second picture! Can you imagine how many photos of ourselves we would have if selfies had been a thing back then?

Do we enjoy the exercise as much as the fashion and photo ops?