You are already your mother
It begun with the acquisition of a pair of gold earrings you bought on impulse, finding them on that moment charming and modern. On noticing a dark shade of lipstick in your handbag, you deliberate that it is a shade not unlike your mothers but far enough away from it to be different. Your sudden acceptance of leopard print as a legitimate pattern for clothes doesn’t at first raise your suspicions either. There are other little reminders of her in the way you’ve changed over the years, yes you do now have a Hyacinth Bouquet lady of the house telephone voice but almost every other person above the age of twenty five does when they call the bank. Yes you have begun to carry a disinfectant gel and tissues around with you because getting sick these days would be highly inconvenient and you have indeed noticed that a large number of people don’t wash their hands after using the restroom. As for doorhandles, who knows who's been touching them.
The moment it really hits you, when reality reveals itself, is when you see your mother dressing for the first time in a decade since you lived at home. There at the side of her bed you think you are seeing yourself in a mirror putting on your own clothes, but it is not mirror; it is your mother. Her lumps and bumps are in exactly the same places as yours, she’s even wearing the same spandex pants you use to keep everything in. All the signs had been there; your annoyance at people in the street walking slowly, frustration at imbeciles that skip the queue, the first pair of high heels in the wardrobe, the fact that you had considered dying your hair blond and getting a manicure. The truth cannot be denied, you have betrayed your gothic teenage self and before you had chance to prevent it, you are already your mother.
The fatal flower is the perverted shy girl, the one you wouldn’t suspect. Under a soft exterior lies a complex being with an unyielding wildness, anchored to the earth by her humble nature and inexplicable dry humour. She is the femme of now, the modern woman who’s thoughts transcend through cultures and time.
Over the coming months let ‘La Fleur Fatale’ be your guide to the hidden insights and stories of a watchful woman’s eye navigating through the ‘European’ way of life. Struggles and mishaps ensue as life is embraced and the thorny introvert femme clammers for life’s answers. All possible subjects are covered from death to Kim Kardashian and from sisterhood to the perfect strawberry frappe.
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- A fable
- Killer Heels
- Jesus died for somebodies sins, probably mine
- The Belgium Blow
- The Politics of the Urinal
- That time you found me on the bathroom floor eating a kebab
- The luxury of love
- The road not taken
- How you have known me since 1857
- Bright Light
- The Billboard
- My beautiful friend
- The Great Aznavour Admirer
- How to spend your Thursday at the Hague.
- The Show Must Go On