My mother. Soon to be 50 years old/young is presumably the most interesting and mysterious person I have ever known. I don’t spend much time with her these days nor do I even speak to her on a regular basis. Nevertheless, the moments we do spend together I truly treasure. Tonight we enjoyed Indian food and Heineken light together. It was so nice to catch up and share stories with each other. She talked of purchasing a “lucky” Chinese bamboo plant for me. Ironically I purchased on just last week when my friends and I look a day trip to IKEA in Atlanta.
I’ll admit that I, like everyone else I know, enjoy spending hours in IKEA wondering through its many home decor departments and loving almost every inexpensive-yet-stylish piece of furniture. However, I also feel that stuffing your home with their items disguises your true personality and distinction as a person and as a home. Maybe that’s just me. Later on I told my mother of a necklace that I’ve had my eye on for nearly a year now. It is a delicate fortune cookie charm on a simple chain. I found it in a lovely shop in Market Square called Bliss. I was going to treat myself to it when I got my first summer paycheck. My mother left the room and came back with a cardboard white jewelry box that, when opened, revealed a small silver fortune cookie charm that my mother had bought for herself just days ago. She gave it to me and I had the perfect silver chain for it already. It is now resting on my neck and I love it even more than I would have loved the one from Bliss.