Turning into my Mother
The inevitable truth that I am slowly but surely turning into my Mother is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I stare at my forty three year old face in the mirror taking in the lines and shadows illuminated by the harsh artificial light necessary on this dimly lit October morning. Embarking on the process of applying rose coloured blusher to my cheeks and eyelids I am nonchalant in my use of the same brand and shade of blusher for many years now. I am transported back to my eight year old self , watching intently as my mum - herself then at the age I am now - applied her make-up. I recall how disappointed I was at the time to discover the limitations of her make-up supply and the knowledge that she had used the same brand and shade of blusher for the previous two decades. Now I get it. Further evidence in support of the 'I am turning into my mother' debate include:- ...