Lost in Translation
Naturally when you move from one country to another there are going to be some major cultural adjustments to be made. Moving from one English speaking country to another makes this slightly easier in that one avoids the awkward shouting and motioning with hands to ask "how are you?". However there are always some nuances that mean one is often caught off guard by words we think mean one thing, only to find they mean something completely different over here.
So there I was, minding my own stay-at-home-mum business, checking my phone for the 100th time for a message addressed specifically to me, when "Ping!" went my email. I was greeted by an email from my daughter's school. I was never one to delve too deeply into school emails but as it's a new school year, I thought I'd try a bit harder. Ok fine, I was desperate to read a grown up script that was longer than an Instagram caption.
Anyway, reading intently through the message, I came across something I didn't expect : a mums sale! Wow, I thought, now there's a fundraiser I never thought I'd see. The message went as far as to say: "Each year, these mums are more beautiful than ever. " Wow, I thought to myself, who are these mums? And how does this work? Who picks these mums? Is it a case of the new mums on the block get picked and somehow it's just happened they are more beautiful with each year?! I was actually puzzled. Why was I not approached to be one of the mums? What would I have to do were I to be purchased? I had a lot of questions but then "The Real" came on and I updated myself on the real issues of the day like who dumped who and other important culture updates.
A week later as I carried on minding my business an email pinged in my inbox, and eager as ever for anything that isn't a shopping flyer, I devoured all the information with gusto, till I hit this portion:
"Our Mums sale begins this Thursday!! Please visit us in the school parking lot right at 2:30 on Thursday to get your first pick of our beautiful Mums in spectacular fall colors!"
That was it, I needed answers and fast. The mums were going to be dressed up and ready to be what - auctioned to the highest bidder? Who would buy them, and what for? I just couldn't wrap my head around it. One thing for sure was Kola was NOT going to pick up Morayo-Hope on Thursday or Friday. I had this vision of leggy Susan's strutting their stuff across the car park and dads doing some crazy wife swap bidding war. On school grounds - with kids watching. I had entered the twilight zone. I decided to use my "phone a friend" option - or rather text a friend. Here's a screenshot:
Oh right. Well, in England, mums are people.
There's been a lot of other moments but let's let this one sink in for now. Part 2 coming up!
****images are from a day we made an impromptu stop at an icecream shop on the way home from church. My whole outfit cost $55 in the zara sale! Out of interest, would you be keen on me doing fashion posts on this blog? Maybe some shopping posts & how to wear a trend etc? Please comment below as I really love to help people look & feel their best but I don't want to duplicate what's already out there! 💋