I Love My Mother

[amorsalado]

A HUGE box just arrived at my door.  It was from my mother, and I thought, "What on earth is this?  She already sent me an early birthday present."  So I slit open the top, and I was greeted by packing peanuts and bubble wrap, with a card on top.  It said, "I found all of this stuff in the garage.  It's your apple kitchen stuff that you couldn't get rid of when you moved.  I figured you'd like to have it."  I thought about not even unwrapping all of the stuff, because I thought it just wouldn't "fit" anymore.  "Too Midwest, and I'm definitely doing the tropical Florida theme these days."  But out of more curiosity than anything, I went ahead and started opening all of the carefully wrapped items.

And once I saw them, I remembered just how much I loved them.  First of all, I had an apple kitchen way before apple kitchens were actually popular.  Second of all, I don't have all of that mass produced commercial shit.  I've got hand painted wooden cut outs and hand stitched wall hangings and hand thrown ceramic items.  Fuck it.  I don't care if they don't "fit" anymore.  I'm weird, so my apartment can be weird.  I'm going to put out and hang up all of my apple things.  I spent an eon collecting it all, and I truly did love it.  There's my concession to the Midwest, I guess.  Maybe you really can't take the country out of the girl.

I love you, Mom.
Thanks for making my day!