I bought flowers for my mother. She threw them in the back of the car, and then threw her giant black pleather bag on top of them. Thanks, mom.
My mother and I have sort of a strained relationship. When I was a kid, she told me every detail of every relationship with every man she had ever known. But she never told me about her sexual orientation. ...It still does bother me that she never told me she was bisexual.
My mother rearranges the furniture in the house every time I come over for a visit. My mother buys all her furniture and most of her appliances at the local Goodwill. She, however, will spend $55.75 plus tax on Dior Concealer, and $30 or so on a new rouge lipstick from the ladies at MAC. My mother is a die-hard KISS fan, but the only music you hear in the car on the way to Tacoma is either the jazz station, or Billie Holiday. She has closet filled with purses (about 50 of them! it's incredible!) but never has been known to fuss about the clothes she put on before she walked out the door.
Whether I would like to or not, I'm becoming more and more like her. I do not need to spend a day with her to be reminded of this.
I recently discovered Mac lipstick sitting at the bottom of our old toy chest, and started wearing it to school and places where it is completely unnecessary. I also have what I consider to be a HORRIBLE habit... I find myself reorganizing my room.... for fun.
Lipstick. Check. Weird cleaning routines. Check. This is getting out of hand.
Anyways. This what Mother's Day looked like:
(Why, hello there...Russian brethren)
It was, first off, a beautiful day in Seattle! 67 degrees!
( We went to Jai Thai in Fremont )
Maman and... Brian.
This is a light fixture inside Jai Thai. It's a pretty big deal.
Lantern, I want you in my life.
Buddha has finished his meal. Now, he is at peace. All is well in the world.
What I like about photos that are out of focus, unlike very clear and focused ones, is that they respect the fact that what your looking is something of the past. Looking at a blurry photo, it's like looking at a memory.
And more later, because my computer is being dysfunctional now. Hooray!
