My Mum is the stuff legends are made of – I could write an entire post on all of the wonderful things she does for us and the Boy, but that would be a) not very interesting for you and b) an incredible time consumer, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that she’s pure gold.
The latest example of her magnificence came about a couple of weeks ago, when we were doing the rounds of the charity shops (I’m collecting vintage and retro clothes and homewares to sell in a coming-soon shop), and I laid eyes on the most amazing dining table and chairs that I’ve ever seen. Solid wood, made in Romania, intricately carved wondrous-ness, for £50 in our local Barnardos furniture shop. I stroked it, and sighed over it, and sat on the chairs for a bit, then admitted defeat (we didn’t have £50 for my dental check-up, let alone a new table and chairs) and got up to leave. My Mum looked at me and said, “do you want it?” I just stared at her for a bit and she laughed and said, “it can be your Easter present. Your other one is in a terrible state!” (We got our horrible, Argos-generic pine table and chairs from a friend for £20 when we moved in together years ago – the table was wobbly and the legs on the chairs tended to pop out randomly, meaning you’re just as likely to end up on your arse on the floor as you are on the chair when you sit down.) I gawped at her for a bit, then did a little dance and ran off to pay. This post is dedicated to my lovely, lovely Mum and my beautiful new table and chairs.