Bon Aniversaire, ma Mère

One of the perks of working at The Fig barn is that my mom is within a short walking distance.  Sometimes when she comes over, we put her to work.

Here she is sanding a French bed.

And this is the bed.

Now every time she comes over, she looks at the finished bed and imperatively asks, You are going to keep that, right?   My mom has always had tasteful instincts…she loves this bed. 

Last year, we paused in the midst of crazy-work-madness and celebrated at The Fig with happy birthday wishes hanging on paper plates from the tree and a bakery caramel cheesecake. 

 Today, while the rain hums happy birthday, we will celebrate her birthday quietly with my Irish cream & coffee poundcake.  So Happy Birthday to my mom today. And apologies too…the bed will be available at The Spree where I think her instincts will prove spot on.  They usually (always!) do.

And Mom, merci beaucoup… for everything,

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