Today is my mom’s birthday so I thought it appropriate to dedicate this post unto her.
On Wednesday, May 30 I posted the following status update on Facebook:
“My mother is happiest when she is crafting or shopping. I suspect I’m adopted.”
To which my brother Jade commented, “I still hate shopping. She did permanent damage to me.”
Though I make a bi-annual pilgrimage into Hobby Lobby, most of the damage of my mother’s marathon shopping trips was done in fabric stores. To this day, I catch one whiff of fabric and a flood of childhood fabric-store trauma washes over me.
And no, I’m not being melodramatic.
As a part of Hadley’s bedroom makeover, I was forced to face my fabric-store angst by going to JoAnn’s with Hadley and my mother-in-law, Linda. As I staggered around (careful not to inhale), I looked and Hadley was GONE.
I started to freak out. This was her first time in a fabric store–had she been devoured by the seedy underbelly of the textile world?
And then I found Hadley in her element.
Some say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
I say it skipped a generation.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 