Who Wore it Best, Mother's Day Edition

And now as promised in today's earlier post, the grand finale. I give you, the rockettes!

photos by Naomi Shon

 

Just kidding, silly gooses! That's me and my mom. 

This on the other hand...

...is still me and my mom! Threw you for a loop there, didn't I?

A little background about this edition of Who Wore it Best: a couple weeks ago I was sitting at dinner with my mother and father, talking blog strategy, stats, analytics, farm animals, all the usual arbitrary things you talk about over a casual dinner with your folks. And then, it dawned on my mother:

"Why don't we do a Who Wore it Best contest for Mother's Day?" My mom suggested.

I nodded in compliance. It seemed like a fantastic idea. We have the same pair of kitten heels, of which my father tried hard to forbid me to buy. He firmly believes that no girl should own the same clothing or accessory as her mother and you know what, I think he's right. We look pretty ridiculous. In my defense though, I'm the queen of discounts and thus essentially got us two for the price of one! It's the Jew in me, it has to be.

I digress. 

The rest of the conversation went like this, "don't be offended when you lose because everybody is going to choose me." She's a pisher that mother of mine, and I wouldn't change a hair on her. Except that pesky one near her eyeball. Ha, just kidding. She doesn't have eyeball hair. I thought that might be a pretty fantastic indication of man repelling though. But it's a joke. Please don't throw me out of the house, mom.

In any case, let's turn back to the photos and break this down.

 waxed jeans: J Brand, shoes: Valentino. On my mom: Dolce & Gabbana blouse. On me: Veda vest, Land's End button up stolen from my sibling.

Granted, her waxed jeans are way waxier and legs way leggier but I don't see no friendship bracelets on her wrist, do you? Quite the contrary, just a fancy little Alexandrite ring compliments of my dad's collection, Mark Henry. We giggle. Off to the side, my father roles his eyes and calls us idiots. 

And then this photo is taken, at which point it is confirmed that yes, we are idiots. But at least we are idiots together. 

It's funny to think that once upon a time I was just a little fetus inside her belly and then a doctor yanked me out of there like I was some sort of disease. I'll have you know that some of the best months of my life were in that womb! And for that reason alone, I will understand and agree should you pick my lovely mama when I beg the million dollar question:

Who Wore it Best?

I showed you my mom, now you show me yours. Happy Mother's Day from us to you.