ME and Erin went to see my Gran this afternoon after nursery.
I’d been out to a meeting today and happened to be wearing a suit. I was looking reasonably smart I suppose, but I didn’t think too much of it - until I arrived at Chez Shelbourne that is.
Gran welcomed Erin, complimented her pretty dress, and mentioned a number of times how much she looked like a little girl (I don’t often put her in pink dresses, but the old folks love a bit of gender stereotyping don’t they?!).
Then the attention turned to my attire.
My Mum was there, and she’d already said: “You look lovely today”, which is always nice to hear, particularly when you did make a bit more of an effort than normal. Gran echoed the sentiment, which was very much appreciated - until she continued to do so…a number of times.
On the tenth mention of my ‘smart’ and ‘lovely’ outfit, my limit had been reached:
“I’m getting the impression I don’t normally look that nice?” (What happened next is why I bloomin love the elders.)
Most people would have stuttered and become awkward in their response to this question, perhaps a little embarrassed they’d made a point of it. But not my Gran, she just carried on: “Well you normally look, well you know, like a Mum don’t you?”
An interesting point.
I am of course a Mum, but I am pretty sure if you lined up all the Mums who drop their children off at our nursery, not one of us would look the same, or be wearing the same clothes - we’re not in ‘Mummy’ uniform every day.
Smirking to myself, I decided it wasn’t worth responding. But I did make a mental note to make sure I was dressed a little more appropriately for an audience with my Gran next time - I’m thinking fairy princess meets Karen Brady?
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