A true southern woman.
A real life June Cleaver.
Every morning she would get up, have her coffee, watch the local news and then get fully dressed for the day.
And I’m not talking about jeans or shorts or a tank top or god forbid…
Even if she had no plans for the day, she was always presentable, dressed for company and ready to go at the drop of a hat.
She was a different breed.
A standard of maternal excellence that I should have taken lessons from when I had the chance.
To this day I still remember her famous peanut butter cookies.
Now I don’t know if she mixed the cookie dough by hand or not or if she used her mixer but really…
Those cookies were magical.
And so was she.
My house is decorated with bits and pieces of her everywhere.
Take for instance this vintage Hamilton-Beach Mixer complete with the white glass bowl.
Now I’m not saying that this mixer is perfect…
But that color…
That famous yellow color of the 70’s.
That’s got to go.
I didn’t even bother taking it apart.
I just taped over the parts I wanted to keep original and then spray painted it with Krylon Appliance Apoxy in white.
Waited for it to dry and removed the tape.
Now it’s perfect.
And it still works!
Every time I look at this mixer, I’m magically transported to my Mam-maw’s kitchen.
I long for those days again, just sitting across from her at that kitchen table and just visiting.
I miss my Mam-maw each and every day.
But on those days that seem just too much too handle I find comfort in just looking around and suddenly…
she doesn’t seem so far away.