Of all the things to do, I needed to choose a dress. Classic, black. I didn’t even question if Mum would have wanted colour. Black. Sombre. Smart. “Don’t go buying anything new” her husband said, “Your mother has a wardrobe full of clothes you can wear” Did he really think I would wear one ofContinue reading “The Dress”
A bumbling Mama, striving for my best life without making too much of a mess or pissing too many people off.
