Following in her Footsteps

When I grew up in NYC in the 70's, my Mother was a fashion designer. Sometimes we wore matching outfits of her design.

We even shared the same shoes, Kork-Ease sandals. My mother wore the platform style and mine were a delicate wedge. These things I remember vividly. She was beautiful. However, I have no recollection of making a big deal out of Mother's Day. No cards, flowers, brunches or brooches. I guess I must have intuitively known my mother was way too stylish to wear the clove necklaces we had made in school. I do remember several tantrums on Mother's Days. The specific reasons I cannot remember.

Now I am a Mother, and things have gone more traditional. I receive lovingly drawn cards, handmade soaps, a bunch of peonies, and lots of hugs. Just the way I like it.

 

These were my Mother's:
Korkease - Womens - Bette

These were mine:
Korkease - Womens - Myrna