If you follow me on Instagram (@shoppingcloset it is my iPhone Achilles Heel) then you have already seen my little collage of my childhood for the #janphotoaday challenge presented by that awesome Aussie blogger FatMumSlim. For each day in January you post a picture describing the listed "topic". It is fun, it is creative and I find myself looking forward to adding my two cents each morning.
Last night, my oldest girlfriend (we've been friends since we were 9) sent me a text that she had showed her daughters my childhood collage and they insisted that the picture of my mother holding me on the beach was really me holding my daughter.
Crazy! Not a week before I posted a picture of us Skyping with mom on Instagram and my bestie Down Under commented how she sees a strong resemblance of me in my mother.
Could it be true???
I never thought I looked like Mom. In fact, people have always said that my sister looks like our mother, the older of my two brothers like my father, and my baby brother and myself most closely resemble each other. But goodness, I'm not complaining.
I've always reflected on how stylish "young" mom always was. In fact I blogged about it two years ago. I guess I just never saw a physical resemblance in myself. I always found our similarities through common interest. The way I gravitate towards the classic and traditional elements. In the ways we both keep our homes. How I call my children by their first, middle and last names when they are in deep, deep trouble.
So what do you guys think?
Let's just settle this once and for all.
Have I turned into my mother?
mom was a 1st grade teacher before i came along
on her wedding day with my father
the beach in Sandy Hook, NJ ~ feel free to "ooh" and "ahh" over the adorable baby. ;)