I may have had the most perfect Mother’s Day had by any mother in the history of motherhood and Hallmark.
It started off in an unassumingly beautiful way- a card from my little Ramona and a house filled with flowers. My husband had put 150 daffs in jars and vases; sunshine yellow spilling onto every surface. Fried eggs and mushrooms on toast for breakfast, proper coffee. How lucky am I, to have such a family.
Not so traditional
Then Ramona and I dashed off to Parliament Square for a quick protest. My heart drops into my guts when I think about what this government is trying to do to the NHS. Our imperfect free healthcare, the envy of nations, being dismantled before our eyes. How fitting to spend a portion of Mothers Day, my daughter and her broken leg, joining with some others, trying to save it. (You can too, with a click.)
A new tradition
The day only half over we still had time to race over the hill to the new Car Boot Sale in Dulwich. It is being run by the organisers of Rotherhithe and it hasn’t quite taken off, but my stars, I hope it does. It is only a 20 minute walk away from home and despite there only be a few stalls left I got some serious loot.
We bumped into a bundle of friends on the way so we were all able to have a good chuckle at the old duck who insisted Every. Single. Item on her stall was a collectible. We chortled all the way to the ice cream parlour. A huge cheer for bumping into people and having ad hoc boot fair visits and out of the blue ice cream on freezing days.
This little procelain flower is a broach the size of my thumb, it was 50p.
This little dove is a Pomander- stuffed with dried flowers and meant to help your knicker draw smell swanky- from a ceramics place in Torquay.
These guys were 20p each- quite a bit less then these very things are selling in vintage shops online for at the mo.
I couldn’t hide my squeal of delight when I saw these two tiny wind up music boxes and the lady fittingly hiked up the price to £2 each. By that stage I already had a little haul from her that I’d paid for pennies for so I really didn’t mind.
We have now entered the land of serious money. £1.5o I paid for this old goose (£1.50 AM I MAD) but he just had such a cute little vintage look about him – and he is afterall, a collectible.
Now Tim is all “What are you gonna do with the wooden goose, Lu?” What am I gonna do with the wooden goose, HUH? What do you think I’m gonna do with the wooden goose, TIM????
Got a few more trinkets but I bet your bored, I’ll save ‘em for another time.
Think we now have a new Mother’s Day tradition.