A Mom Visit Takes A Little Courage
For several straight days recently my mom was in one ornery mood. I gauge this discomfort by how much my stomach churns when I hear her name announced as my cell phone rings.
Mental note: Buy a pallet full of antacids.
I know I’m being ridiculous because my mom’s a 78-year-old lady for crying out loud. And me, well (say this with a little attitude) I’m a grown woman! Intellectually I’m aware of these facts but emotionally when she leaves me a voicemail I cringe and cry. Then I create a flowchart to decide what would happen if I listen or don’t listen to the message.
It’s during these emotionally charged situations that I have to arm myself against the inevitable tongue lashings. So on this particular day, I armed myself in a mesh cream-colored sweater with gold metallic threads. A separate yet coordinating loop-knot vest was a fabulous match. I finished this look with black suede knee-high boots and a long strand of faux pearls.
There is some truth to the quote “Never underestimate the power of a good outfit on a bad day.” When I visit my mom I never know what to expect and can use every bit of courage I can garner from my outfit. On this day I was cool as a cucumber.