Today is Mother’s Day…again! With the UK already celebrating Mothering Sunday in March, it always leaves me wondering whether I should be wishing Mum a Happy Mother’s Day then (as I am in the UK) or today – but I guess that two for the price of one is a pretty good deal and anyway, who am I to begrudge sending a little more Mother’s Day love out into the ether?
In any case, those of you who read Gidday From The UK on a regular basis may remember that I have already posted in honour of Mother’s Day Part One so I figured it was time to
roast honour Mum in a different way – this time by regaling you all with the trials and tribulations of my childhood dressed as ‘Two For The Price Of One’. The story goes like this:
My Mum sewed. A lot. Before I came along, she made big stuffed toys like this gi-normous panda.
|Yes that’s me with the panda!|
She also made amazing ‘pyjama dogs’ that had a zip on the underside that you could pop your ‘jarmies’ in ’til next time. Mine was orange. No, I do not have a picture.
Deciding that toys were not enough, she then moved on to outfits. It started innocently enough with individual ensembles…
|(Lil Chicky was eye-ing off the Christening Cake)|
And then she got thrifty…
|Look at those ringlets – Mum’s a talented woman!|
|We do love a birthday in the Hamer clan!|
|Actually I think our Oma might have knitted these vests – Mum got everyone in on the act!|
|And still matching hairdos!|
…as not only could Mum get a better deal on the material, it meant that Lil Chicky could continue to wear my hand-me-downs for years to come. (Boy, she REALLY loved that!)
Anyway, this continued on until we rebelled (it was a little uncool once we got to school and had friends who came over to play!), only to slide right back into it in our teens…
|I’m (17) on your left, Lil Chicky (13) is on your right|
…although we were being Mum’s bridesmaids and she didn’t make the dresses herself and they are different colours – but enough said. A picture paints a thousand words.
So a it’s couple of decades (and a bit) later and I figure Lil Chicky and I have managed to weather the storm and emerge relatively unscathed. (‘Oh thank goodness’, I hear you whisper. No it’s ok – don’t apologise. I understand.) But little did I realise that my departure from Oz had left such a gap…
|Mum (L) and Lil Chicky (R)|
Ladies, it’s time to let go!
Happy Mother’s Day!