A Scattering of Thoughts

“Oh, you’re wearing a lot of makeup!” My mother squints at me in the dim light of her bedroom.

“I’ve been here for three hours how did you not notice?”

“I didn’t really look at your face,” was her nonchalant reply.

Well, that’s my mother. I do love her, despite our differences. She is a good mother, never mind she doesn’t like to give out hugs. She sacrifices a lot for us kids, and we don’t half treat her as well as she deserves. She comes from good mothering stock, that’s for sure. Her mother was wonderful. One of the best women I know. In fact, I will go so far as to say my grandmother is the best woman I have ever come across, and our family feels her loss very sorely. I mean, right now I could do with a soft warm hug that smells faintly of herbs. I used to play with my Nan’s hands; her skin was paper thin and so so warm and soft, her fingers swelled at the joints with arthritis, poor thing, but she would knit away everyday. I learnt how to do a braid on my Nan’s hair. Long and silver and silky smooth, although thin because she was on blood thinning medication and that made her lose a lot of hair. She smelt wonderful and warm and like motherly love. Do you know that smell?

Anyway. My mum’s going away for two weeks and she is stopping in Turkey for a flight change and I am scared and worried and anxious for her. I do hope she will be okay. She kept saying things like ‘I’ll leave all my bank details, and if anything happens you have to take my death certificate to the town hall and get a probate.’

I don’t want her bank details, I just want her. Oh dear.

Also yes I am wearing lots of makeup. It’s the end of the week. Tomorrow is bank holiday! I am wearing several layers including primer, foundation, concealer, bronzer, highlight, blush, setting powder, eyeliner, three coats of mascara and a lime-crime velvetine in Riot.

I feel very glamorous, even though my hair is a bush and you can see my scalp very clearly. I shall just muss it about and hide it and carry on with my work.

Ta-ra folks!

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18 thoughts on “A Scattering of Thoughts

  1. Yes! Lime-Crime Velvetines – just came across those and they are my favorites<3 Also, very sweet blog. Safe travels to your mom ❤ I also know what you mean about your grandma, I recently lost mine and I still feel the loss every single day.

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  2. My mother became an alcoholic, mean and moody. You never knew what you would say that would set her off. My grandmother, never treated me any different than any of the other grandkids, she never had a favorite. She taught me how to crochet and how to love.
    My mother took that all away in my teen years, with mental and physical abuse, just like here dad was with her and her siblings from what I was told.

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    • Oh, gosh, I am so sorry to hear you experienced that 😦 Glad your grandmother made up for it, though. Aren’t grandmas special. I guess some parental traits do trickle down into their kids sometimes 😦 *hugs*

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