Turning into my mother was never a thought that scared me.
It might sound mushy-gushy, but she always was the woman I wanted to be when I grew up. Not exactly, of course, but in terms of values and standing up for herself, in terms of being independent and creative, caring and curious… I could go on.
Which I won´t, because I know that she is reading this blog post and will probably text me “Kitsch” right this very second.
She is also my number one fan, from the very first blog post published she has been there. Not only because she is my mother, but also because we share an obsession for skincare.