Let’s start with apples. I love apples. Ask anyone I work with if I have offered them a slice of apple. They will say “yes”. The crazy thing is some turn it down! Crazy! Saying no to a slice of apple?
Anyway, my favourite way to eat apples is sliced into wedges, generously sprinkled with cinnamon and drizzled with almonds butter. Heck, forget the drizzle. Dip those babies in almond butter!
Let’s move onto the friendship part of the title of this post. A couple of weeks ago, I received a package in the mail from a lifelong friend, Monica.
It was the cutest apple cozy that I’ve been using to tote my apple to work with me ever since (no more wasting paper towels to protect my precious honeycrisp from getting bruised #environmentallyconscious). Like me she has embarked on a journey, using her creativity, to start her own business. She is the artisan behind Hopeful Garden, where she produces a variety of charming, high quality crocheted items. This is not surprising to me as even when we were kids she always had such a talent for arts & crafts, as did her mom, who often taught us a substitute teacher and would always focus on creative, artsy projects. We loved it when our regular teacher would be sick and Monica’s mom would be at the front of the class, explaining to us what fun, inventive activity we would be partaking in.
Just like Monica, I’ve taken the lead from my mom who was always in the kitchen, cooking and baking for her brood of kids. She would never be satisfied with anything ‘store bought’ and her most important ingredient was always love.
This old friend and I share a pretty tragic bond, having both lost our mother’s, these talented and passionate women, far too young. Sadly, they can’t join in the exciting shift our lives are taking but we both know it wouldn’t be possible if they didn’t shape us to be the women we are.
My Mom was 49 when she passed away. The older I get the younger I realise she was.
That’s me and my mom and, yes, we’re wearing matching outfits. Handmade.
This is me and my sister.
More matchy, matchy. One of the few times I’ve looked short…
My Mom knitted those dresses:)
So to all the Mother’s, I wish you a very happy Mother’s Day. Please hug your mom extra tight for me, Monica and everyone else who are without their moms.