“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.”

~Rajneesh

Today I have a guest post of sorts from my mom.  She’s answered the six questions to last week’s meme.  Each one has a short note from yours truly.  I’ve already read them to the old lady.  If you think them unkind, I promise they’re not.  It’s just how we roll.  Enjoy.

1)  My name is Margaret.  In Spanish, my first, middle, and maiden names translate, embarrassingly and prophetically, to “Daisy Rose Bouquets.”  This was not done on purpose, rather God’s little twisted joke.  I wear many hats.  I am a floral designer, artist, crafter, teacher and antiques peddler.  I choose to be a “starving artist” with freedom rather than working a 9 to 5 with a regular paycheck.

Editor’s note:  This often makes her reliant on the kindness of others.

2)  My addiction is thrift shops.  I am a thriftaholic, a cluttermonky of gargantuan proportions.  Recycling discards into altered art feeds my soul, much to the detriment of my surroundings.  I am a recycled soul.  When I handle vintage objects from the ’30′s and 40′s, I feel as though I was there before.  My children squabble over who will be the unfortunate one to deal with my stuff when I croak.  They pray for me to live until I’m 200.

Editor’s note:  Snort.

3) I am a product of the 50′s and 60′s and a survivor of twelve years of Catholic school.  I was raised with one foot in the “good girl – June Cleaver” world and the other foot leaping towards the rebellious “burn your bra” era.  This might explain why today I am a curious mixture of Martha Stewart, Stevie Nicks, Betsey Johnson and Mother Earth; a flower child adrift in an impersonal world of technology.

Editor’s note:  Mother Earth?  Really, Mom?  Mother Earth cries at your backyard.  Remember the trash heap from Fraggle Rock?  ‘Nuff said.

4)  I feed strays of all shapes and sizes.  I HAVE become the “crazy cat lady” of the neighborhood who puts out troughs of cat food for all the feral kittens and cats that people have abandoned.  It is not on unusual to see a lineup of cats, possums, and racoons on my porch patiently waiting their turn to chow down.  I might add I live in a bustling urban area, not in a rural woodland.

Editor’s note:  The crazy cat lady probably doesn’t feed the racoons for years on end and then wonder why they are living beneath her abode and chewing through her wires.

5)  Up until about three months ago, I had no clue how to operate a computer.  I can cook, decorate the hell out of anything, teach non creative people to explore and develop their right brain – but program a cell phone or figure out any technological thingy, yikes!  I enrolled in a computer class and can now browse E-Bay, Etsy, and my children’s websites.  I can send e-mails, and hope to expand my earning potential through my newly found skills.  A brave new world awaits.

Editor’s note:  Before she can step into the brave new world, Grammy must clear a surface in her house.  We’ve been waiting a year.

6)  I love music, mainly classic rock and current compatible tunes.  I love movies and great television, particularly quirky whimsical stuff and fun dark films.  Coen brothers and Tim Burton are favorites.  I have a wicked sense of humor, am very outspoken and liberal, sometimes without the most politically correct views in the room.  People either love me or absolutely think I’m “wacko” (a direct quote from a non-fan)  I am mostly quite happy with who I am with the exception of a few serious life style improvements needed.  I love my children to death and feel blessed with the mix the universe has given to me.

Editor’s note:  I love you and think you’re wacko.  Thanks for the words, Mom.

Writer Mom

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