DAY 81
So stay with me on this story - I promise it is going somewhere worthwhile.
The other day mum comes over with a story for me. She bumped in to an old acquaintance of her and Dad's that she hasn't seen in many years. The lady says 'Sue, I was just thinking about you the other day. I saw a woman getting out of a car and she reminded me so much of you. And the funniest thing was that she was getting out of a car that had FRED as it's number plate'.
The other day mum comes over with a story for me. She bumped in to an old acquaintance of her and Dad's that she hasn't seen in many years. The lady says 'Sue, I was just thinking about you the other day. I saw a woman getting out of a car and she reminded me so much of you. And the funniest thing was that she was getting out of a car that had FRED as it's number plate'.
Mum says 'That's my daughter'.
Lady says 'Well isn't that a coincidence'.
My thoughts on this story:
1 - Since when did I become a woman? I've always just been a girl in my head. Women are adults. Women have beautiful tidy homes, they paint their fingernails, they drink coffee and don't spill food on their white shirts.
I do none of these things. I thought I was still a girl.
2 - I am really surprised that I bear any resemblance to my mum at all in looks. I've always known I inherited many of my mothers skills, but I never thought I had anything else.
I guess I am my mothers daughter after all.
Truthfully, I don't think anyone has ever paid me such a high compliment.
Truthfully, I don't think anyone has ever paid me such a high compliment.
If I am like my mum at 30, I look forward to being like her at 40, and 50 and 60 and on.
Plus, mum has always had really good leg. I really hope I have inherited those genes too.
... While we are on the subject of how people see me, the other day I was described by a good looking guy, who I had enjoyed a drink or two with, as a 'Porcelain Nun' - because I was like the doll on his grandmothers mantlepiece that he could look at but not touch.
I decided to be flattered and not offended by this unnerving description.
They don't make ugly porcelain dolls.
Only beautiful ones.
Thank you very much.
PS: The pics are me at my high school formal and mum on her wedding day;
Now looking at that formal picture I have 2 things to say:
1 - Why does it look like there is a snake curled on top of my head?
2- Why the heck did I wear gold hoops earrings to my formal? Truthfully I have always been style-less. It's a surprise every day that I make it out of the house without committing some fashion faux-pas every morning. But really - no fancy earrings? Linda. Shame.
