Scene: phone conversation- she is visiting America, I'm in Toronto.
Mutti: Hey giraffe, guess what, I found a pair of pants down here! They have a belt of some sort attached, and you know how belts rarely work on me, but these look great on, and only cost $18, so I decided to pick them up.
(concept of mother buying clothing is very exciting for me, so I try to respond with tremendous enthusiasm)
Moi: Oooh. That's great! I can't wait to see them. You know, you can always get pants that cost more than $18. I mean it is worth it if you are going to wear them a lot right?
(I should note that my mother is not cheap in the slightest- she just doesn't see the point in spending money on clothing)
Mutti: Hmmm. Yes, but why would you? I mean, no one needs clothing that costs more than $20. It's silly really.
Moi: Uhhh. (Deciding now is not the time to propose using her credit card to purchase items in the online saks sale.)
Mutti: ...anyway, it is time to cull my closet a little. You know how I try to maintain an "in-out" system. (this means that if something comes into her closet, something must go out. She owns roughly 8 items of clothing in total. All of her worldy possessions could fit in a cardboard box.).
Moi (with utmost affection): Yes, I know you psycho anti-materialist.
Mutti: [Laughs] I got something that you will be excited about though- sport socks! Tons of them. Black ones and white ones, and expensive ones with special padding for running.
Moi: Delightful. Mum, couldn't you bring back stuff like... oh, I don't know, YSL booties, a Vanessa Bruno dress.... SOMETHING overpriced and fabulous that I can't wear to the gym?
Mutti: Just you wait, you're going to be begging to steal some of these sport socks.
Moi: Uh huh.
Mutti: Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with a fashionista daughter.
Moi: Je ne sais pas.
Mutti: Mais, je t'aime.
Moi: Je t'aime aussi. Though you are fashionably hopeless.
Mutti: Thank God!
My mum and her beloved cow in India. Needless to say, designer clothes weren't a big part of my upbringing :) She is an expert though on the salwar kameez.
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oh, oh, how i love this post. : ) i've had to pry many an atrociously-tassled and turquoise belt out of my mother's insistent hands, even going so far as to throw the belt out when she wasn't looking.
yet on the other hand, she is my favorite person to shop with and usually has lovely taste and shopping stamina.
your mutti sounds adorable and i love love that photo of her in india. i want a cow in india! LUCKY!
to our mums!
To our mums indeed...
I love your mom stories. She sounds like a very cool lady.
Hahaha! Any idea where you got your love of fashion?
Love this pic of your mom and her cow. I've been to India several times, my favorite place was Ajmer, so very pretty, Delhi was ok, Calcutta/Kolkata was always very dirty. I haven't visited in the last 6 years though, so I am sure many things have changed.
Among my limited travels, I liked Singapore immensely, maybe I'll live there someday. :D
BTW, how would you get Saks to ship to Toronto if you order online, thought they don't ship internationally?
geekigirl: Thanks- she is. Not if you are proposing spending too much $ on clothing though!
frapp: haha, no idea.
wwnd: Wow, it sounds like you have travelled a lot.
My mom's partner lives in the US, so I ship to her house.
Thanks for the comments xx
i wish my mother was as cool as yours. although i have to say my dear mutti buys me pretty clothes. more stories please!
Brilliant! More of these snippets, please!
What a great story-- I think I might be a duo personality-- half of me is like you and have like your ma--- I love my clothes, but also my cows...
Loooove the photo and your mom. You two are too cute.
What a sweet relation you seem to have with your mom. <3
That is such a good story!
I just love that pic of your mother! Is she available?????
so funny and cool
whjy do you two speak french to each other (well say some words?
why do you say some words in french when you speak to each other?
i can relate to that!! so nice and humble.
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