There's a disturbing trend in Mother's Day advertising, and it has a lot to do with sweets and all things gentle.
An email from the local art museum promises "a relaxing classical concert" for Mom, plus desserts.
The newspaper featured a pancake recipe. Presumably one would make the pancakes and wave them under Mom's nose Sunday morning to wake her gently. But careful; we wouldn't want to spill any syrup on the frilly sheets.
And then there is the jewelry. Moms must have diamonds and pearls.
But what do we really want? Let's take a look at some recent purchases of mine for clues.
As for accessories, for example, I recently bought one of these:
Except in purple, which is more feminine.
For entertainment last week, I wanted not the symphony or the art museum, but only a gaze at the Mayweather-Cotto fight. Had I managed the $59.95 fee for pay-per-view, my joy would have been made complete! This fits the jewelry category, as well: surely 50 Cent wore some nice bling as he accompanied Floyd into the ring.
And finally, I do like shoes. In fact, I came home with four pairs this week, which caused my husband some mild heart palpitations. I bought four not because I like to shop, but because I don't--since I found this many that have potential, I figured I'd grab them all at once, like a bird in the hand, or four.
I'll return at least 3 of them. And they're all athletic shoes, by the way. None of these:
And food? I've asked that we do a day trip to Ann Arbor, where I'll stock up on healthy stuff at Whole Foods and Trader Joe's. We'll also make our regular pilgrimage to Liberty Street Robot Supply & Repair, a family favorite. For a time, a robot in the corner would recite pi until you made a donation to their tutoring program.
So there you have it. Some clues on what to get the woman who has everything...that's not all pretty pretty.
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