Personalized Jewelry to Honor the Mothers in Your Life

When I was a little girl, I took weekly piano lessons from a family acquaintance.  I remember that she had a ring with multicolor stones that I thought was just beautiful.  She explained that it held the birthstones of each of her children.
Since then I’ve seen similar rings or pendants and have toyed with the idea of getting one–but the fact is that I don’t wear much jewelry and spending money on it just isn’t in our budget.
So I was very excited to be offered the opportunity to promote Mama’s Jewelry in exchange for a free ring of my own!  I haven’t ordered it yet, so I can’t give you my honest opinion, but I will.  For now, I will share a message from the company and an offer you can use:

Moms work hard 365 days out of the year, so why give them another predictable gift this Mother’s Day? With the exquisite collection of mothers rings from Mama’s Jewelry, you’re bound to make this the most unforgettable Mother’s Day yet! Each time she looks down at her ring, puts on her earrings or is asked about her necklace, she’ll remember just how much she’s loved.
Mama’s Jewelry has been designing rings and pendants for moms for 30 years, and we have no intention of slowing down! Our company is committed to creating exceptional mothers pendants, rings and earrings at affordable prices.
We are a family operated business born out of a passion for creating jewelry from gold, Sterling Silver, platinum and diamonds. We care about your comfort and satisfaction and how secure your diamonds and gems are set.
We are so proud of our jewelry in our store we give our customers a lifetime warranty on any piece of jewelry they buy. With that culture in mind, we developed Mama’s Jewelry.
What is the Mama’s Jewelry Advantage? Simple. We care.
A great deal of thought goes into the process of designing these rings, pendants and bracelets. When the customer receives their jewelry there is “wow” factor. We hear it time and time again. We always deliver 110%.
Thickness of the shank, the prongs, the quality of the stones, the way they are set; no one gives the customer so much attention to detail like we do. We have over 2100 positive reviews on eBay and thousands of reviews on Amazon and have sold tens of thousands pieces without any complaint.
A key benefit to shopping with us is our fast turnaround times. As soon as we receive your order, our CAD technicians and certified jewelers get to work designing and building your custom item. All of our processes follow strict quality control measures. Everything that comes from us has our seal of approval. If we wouldn’t give it to our loved ones, we won’t send it to you!
Most orders for mothers rings and pendants are able to be sent out within 3 to 5 days, reaching you about a week later. If you’re shopping at the last minute, Mama’s Jewelry will take care of you and ensure that you get a custom made item that looks like it took months to make!

We love jewelry and we want our passion for it to be evident in any piece we offer.
My readers can save with the following offer:

Mother’s Day Special Offer – Save $10 Off already low prices. (minimum purchase $59)  Click here and use code: MAMAS10.

Me and My Noodles

When it starts to get chilly outside, before I leave the house you might hear my ask one of my kids to “bring me my noodle!”  And if you did hear that, you would probably think I was crazy.  So let me explain.
I buy a lot of beauty products through the mail from Yves Rocher (which I love, by the way), and most purchases come with a free gift.  A few years ago, that gift was a sort of wrap or shawl thing, off white with a fringe.  At the time, I had two beautiful long winter coats which I had had for many years, but no casual winter jacket, so I took to wrapping this shawl around me whenever I went out in cold weather.  Jake and Teddy made fun of the shawl, saying it looked like a lasagne noodle.  Pretty soon they were calling it “Mom’s noodle.”
I acquired a black wrap too, and eventually even I started referring to these garments as noodles.
It was September when our house burned down, still hot and summery, so no one thought about replacing things like coats until we started to really need them.  One of the first clothing purchases I made for myself with the gift cards I received was a black noodle with a fringe.  Someone gave be a thick ivory fleece one, I got another black one for Christmas, and then Yves Rocher sent me a brown one!   I don’t have those winter coats anymore, of course, so now my entire outerwear wardrobe consists of . . . noodles!

About Those Crocs . . .

Before the fire, my closet was overflowing, mostly with clothes I couldn’t fit in anymore but couldn’t bear to get rid of.  Seriously, I had the dress I wore when I graduated from college in there.
Truth to tell, most of the things I actually wore lived in a laundry basket sitting in the middle of my bedroom.  And most of my day-to-day wardrobe was . . . frumpy.
Because we were in Baltimore for a funeral when the house burned down, the four or so outfits I retained (I had consciously packed very lightly!) included some of my dressier items along with the t-shirts and yoga pants I brought along for the nine-hour drive.   I made do with this minimalist wardrobe for some time, going out to buy only the barest of necessities.
As I’ve slowly bought things, I have consciously tried to go with somewhat nicer-looking items than those I was wearing before (as far as the clothes I wear to be seen in, that is.  If you want to know the truth, at the moment I am wearing an exceedingly frumpy but cozy oversized Wal-Mart sweatshirt.).  And when anything I’ve purchased has made me feel dowdy after I’ve worn it a few times, I’ve promptly given it away.
I will probably be writing for years about the fire and how it has affected me.  I am not finished figuring it out yet and writing helps me do that.  One thing I know is that I get a strange satisfaction from looking at my nearly empty closet and mostly empty drawers.  Having lost everything I don’t see the point in collecting new things to get attached to.  I feel anxious looking at the huge amounts of stuff that everyone but me has already acquired in the last two years.  I enjoy filling up bags with Goodwill donations and getting them out of here.
030But none of that really explains the Crocs, does it?
The fire left me with one pair of shoes, I believe–my black summer sandals.  And then my hiking boots were rescued from the basement.  Which was a shame, because I have trouble finding comfortable shoes that fit, let alone that are stylish.  I have very flat feet so every attempt at heels ends up with me kicking them off and walking around barefooted for the rest of the night.    I originally wore size 9.5 N.  Many companies skip the larger half sizes, and they also seem to assume that if your feet are long they are wide also.  A 10 M used to fall right off my foot, so most of my shoes had to have straps of some kind.
After five kids, I probably measure more like 10.5.  So that means I have to buy size 11, and I don’t know of you’ve happened to look at that section of your local Payless, but blink and you’ll miss it.  And let’s just add the latest twist, which is that for the past several years I have been experiencing unilateral edema, so that while my right foot remains narrow, my left one varies from narrow to wide, depending.  (Depending on what?  No clue, really.)
This house has wall-to-wall carpet.  So after years of wearing shoes indoors because of gritty hardwood floors (What?  Yours aren’t gritty?  I hate you.) I now go barefooted inside to minimize staining (WHY IS ALL CARPET BEIGE OR TAUPE OR CREAM?  WHO THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?).  I have a pair of slip on shoes outside my garage door and outside my front door for quick trips when I don’t want to go all the way upstairs to put on my shoes.
Now, William apparently has some sensory issues and the only shoes he can stand to put on his feet are Crocs.  For about two years now, we have just bought a new pair when the current ones wear out.  And one of his pairs broke a strap recently.  William being William, he left them outside on the front porch, and one day I slid my feet into them because they looked like they would be just my size.
They were!  And they stay on, and are completely flat, and don’t hurt my feet when I walk (I get plantar fascitis from time to time on top of my other woes.).  All anyone ever says about Crocs is how ugly they are.  No one ever told me they would be so comfortable.
At first, I just slipped them on to drive William to school.  Then I wore them on one of my walks up and down the street.  Then for a quick trip to the grocery store.  Pretty soon I was even wearing them IN FRONT OF PEOPLE, when I picked Lorelei up from school.
What I haven’t done is buy new ones in colors to match my clothes.  Yet.


For twelve years, I wore a uniform every school day–plaid jumpers, little red ties, knee socks, button downs, penny loafers, kilts–the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing.
And I loved it.
When I started college, I would panic every morning and wish for my uniform.  It was so stressful to have to pick matching outfits each day!  It cost so much to buy all those clothes, even stretching the budget by sharing clothes with my roommate!  I took to puzzling out my ensembles the night before to save time in the morning.
For the past several years I’ve gone back to wearing uniforms.  Only now I wear a mom uniform.
For some years, my cold weather uniform (which my mother labeled “eccentric”) consisted of hiking boots, thermal underwear, an Irish sweatshirt discarded by my daughter, and a long black tiered skirt (purchased at Wal-Mart on clearance for $5 about ten years ago).  The skirt also figured into the warm weather uniform, with different shoes and shirts (three, all the same style, in different colors).
My husband and children hate this skirt.  The seams began to separate some time ago and I’ve had them resewn twice.  To their chagrin, I had the skirt with me (to wear over my bathing suit at the hotel) when the house burned down.  The hiking boots were in the basement–I have no idea why–and so they were the only article of my clothing saved from the house.
I am wearing the skirt right now, along with an eggplant colored sweatshirt and black tennis shoes.  This is my new mom uniform, although the skirt has reached such a frayed condition that I can’t really wear it in public any more.  This is what I put on every morning to drive people to school and then wear till shower time.
I’m still really short on clothes since the fire.  It’s not high priority to me, although I am attempting to look slightly less frumpy AFTER shower time each day.  But I’m not relinquishing the skirt till it disintegrates!
Do you have a mom uniform?  Tell me about it in the comments!