Editor writes: Personally, I believe Mothers’ Day should involve Mummy having a bit of ‘me-time’. Maybe a coffee (or two) in bed. The chance to read at least one of the papers in peace (OK, maybe just the supplement!)
My middle child has just started to draw and thus I look forward to a ‘proper’ picture – as opposed to the goopy handprint cards you’d have gotten in previous years, made at nursery. And goodness knows a glass of fizz wouldn’t go amiss…
But really, what I’ll cherish most this Mothering Sunday is the chance to appreciate some of the things I already have, take some deep breaths and do a bit of yoga stretching… (well, until one of my sons blows a raspberry in my face!)
First of all, I won’t be getting properly dressed. Mothers’ Day attire will be this: my supersoft ‘Mama’ print sweatshirt from The FMLY Store (which I have in navy) and dark iris lounge pants from Jockey, which are lighter than air and as close to wearing nothing as you can get without being arrested.
What else? Well, I’m going to layer up my perfume. Who cares if it is 8 in the morning, I will be smelling like I’m on a hot date. I’ve recently discovered that layering Annick Goutal’s heady rose ‘Ce Soir ou Jamais’ with Library of Fragrance’s dreamy ‘Plum Blossom’ creates the kind of super creamy floral haze you’d imagine would make Jayne Mansfield swoon. I love it – but on a normal day I am hardly going to waft of it in Waitrose.
Then I’m going to paint my toenails. Super decadent, you might gasp (as my youngest is barely crawling). Forget the more expensive brands, Rimmel’s ‘Rapid Ruby’ is divine (and sets in 60 seconds, so when you realise you also need the loo you don’t need to hobble…)
And I’m going to wear lipstick. At the breakfast table.
With chestnut hair, reds are trickier to match than you’d imagine. I adore Nars Audacious Lipstick in ‘Olivia’ (or the slightly paired down ‘Marlene’) – or Clinique’s ‘Black Honey’.
I’ve been inseparable from my Marloe London scarf blanket since I got one (fingers itching to buy another one…) They are so chic – but also so cosy. If you need to have a duvet day whilst in a board meeting, essentially, this is the way to do it. I’ve worn mine as comfortably to Charity Galas as to the kids’ riding lessons. You can’t go wrong (and if you snap up the current Lady Garden collab one, you’ll be doing right – namely helping the gynecological cancer cause.) So basically, I shall wrap mine ’round my shoulders whilst I skim the Telegraph.
After that my day will involve Netflix. I’ve gotten a handy power pack from PNY which means when my tablet runs out of juice mid episode of ‘The Client List’ I can just plug in for prolonged telly gratification.
And yes, I realise that the likelihood of any of this happening is as entirely fantastical as the homework excuses my eldest child comes up with. But if you have the chance to enjoy even a fraction of my daydream, please live vicariously for me and for mothers everywhere.
Happy Mothers’ Day.