Mother’s Day approacheth.
When I was a child back in the Stone Age, Mother’s Day offerings tended to comprise a homemade card produced under the watchful eye of a teacher, proudly presented to Mum on a tray with breakfast in bed, usually pancakes both burnt and runny, or dubiously poached eggs on toast accompanied by a weak cup of tea slopping into the saucer. Roused abruptly from sleep with the presentation of the tray, Mum would blearily and stoically consume these viands with thanks. Whatever her opinions of our culinary efforts, she graciously kept them to herself.
Like many things these days, Mother’s Day seems more complicated. Some of that is the sheer number of relationships to be navigated in the modern world, with in-laws, outlaws, ex-laws to be considered and inevitably and uncomfortably prioritized. Some of it is the modern trend to more elaborate events, including proposals offered via Jumbotron at football matches, great “gender reveal” baby showers and destination bachelor and bachelorette parties.
I still love the idea of breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day, though yoghurt, granola and berries alongside a foamy latte is more likely to be the proffered fare these days (thank heaven).
This charming pattern of abstract flowers in deep cobalts and soft pastels is by Jen Garrido for Anthropologie. I missed it in stores, much to my regret; it was discontinued in late 2017.
The shapes of the pieces and the detail on the handles is adorable.
The odd piece comes up on eBay now, which is where I acquired the pitcher and covered sugar bowl, including its own tiny spoon.
I also managed snag some of the bowls. I love the the fluted edge, and the bowl itself is a perfect size for yogurt, granola and berries. Here is the recipe for Favourite Granola.
The pattern coordinates well with Pacifica by Williams Sonoma. Both patterns have a very durable and sturdy glaze.
The linens are Gingham Napkins by Pottery Barn. The pink seems to be discontinued on the website, but there may be stock in stores. The water glass is June Pink by Fostoria.
Happy Mother’s Day to all, wherever your relationships and celebrations take you!
I’m sharing this post with Between Naps on the Porch.
Lovely and understated setting, Helen. Pulling the soft pink out makes it romantic. Hyacinths have a special place in my memory, from starving student days, when I followed the advice of Muslihuddin Sadi (13th C.):
If, of thy mortal goods thou art bereft
And from thy slender store two loaves
alone to thee are left
Sell one and from the dole
buy hyacinths to feed the soul
That is so beautifully said, Beatrice and all too true. Hyacinths have the most heavenly scent. These were unusual. I got them as cut flowers from Trader Joe’s and they were almost fluffy; the petals were not as waxy and stiff as most hyacinths, and of course, I was utterly smitten with the soft pink colour.
I remember making cards with my siblings. Today children send cards online for mother’s day. How things have changed but I do remember breakfast in bed at 5am on a tray with granola, strawberries with reddi whip melting. Fun memories. Your table setting is once again beautiful and simple but cleverly arranged. C U soon.
I’d forgotten all about rediwhip! Lol. Thanks for dropping in, Maura.