We spent Mother's Day at Lake Creek Lodge with my parents. It was a wonderfully relaxing day, which started with mimosas and continued with brunch at Black Butte Ranch. I forgot my favorite black boots at home, so my outfit was nothing to crow about, but the occasion did provide an opportunity to carry my favorite (new) Hobo clutch.
Now, this chic double frame bag is deceptively spacious. Knowing that I wouldn't need phone, keys or snacks was a liberating thought. Instead I stashed finger monsters, a slim little book, lollipops, an Altoids tin of crayons, race cars, and two lengths of bakers twine and a tiny pair of scissors (stowed in a Hardanger embroidered pouch made for me by a distant cousin when I was married nearly ten years ago). Add in a small tin of lip balm, a diaper, and a few wipes and I felt very well prepared.
As clever as I found myself (it's the little things, people!) most of it was unnecessary. My boys are not into languorous brunches and lingering over champagne. Fortunately, my husband did double duty and spent most of the lunch outside with them while I sipped and supped.