When the vicar called round this morning to help me plan the funeral I was slightly nervous. Mum was a regular churchgoer and a practicing Christian and I'm not, but as my Dad and brother have passed all responsibility on to me I just had to give it my best shot.
I needn't have worried though, Colin is a cool vicar, he adored our house and it's retro interior, confessed to being a charity shop devotee, a hater of the high street and a fan of Joni Mitchell. Heck, he once owned a VW Campervan and we even share a love of Rabindranath Tagore, the Bengali Nobel-prize winning poet.
He was in awe of my jewellery, too.
This huge silver plated brass bangle was my Mum's favourite, she'd worn it since the 1970's.
My vintage maxi dress and matching frilly headscarf were a 99p eBay find awhile back. They were simply listed as "dress" and the photo was awful. The Portmerion "Greek Key" cups and Habitat coffee pot were both wedding presents bought for my parents in 1966 and passed to me a few years ago.
I think the Rev. Colin's quite enamoured with me. He kissed me goodbye and told me I was fabulous.