It’s Sunday morning in Sydney now - so this is a note for my mum for when she wakes up - Happy Mother’s Day x I think mum and I are the same age here as Yas and I are now - I remember that mint Holly Hobbie nightie and how glamorous its silky slippery (extremely flammable-y) sheen was. We’re so tan, and I don’t recognise that dresser behind us, so I think this might have been taken on summer holidays up in Ballina. I loved it when mum would get dressed up to go out: it was all about getting your eyes done to match her - like peacocks in turquoise and aquamarine and lilac. A little dab of Joy by Jean Patou on your wrists and behind your ears. So grown up. So seventies. I don’t wear nearly as much make up as mum used to, but Yas still loves to sprinkle on some eye shadow, slick on some mascara, spray a little rosewater mist with me when I throw myself together before I head out. Everything changes and everything stays exactly the same.