Now that my daughter is married, I absolutely cherish the rare time I get to spend with her. I don't feel like I am raising her anymore. She is simply my very best friend. Yesterday she had the day off, and she came over to my house. We took a long walk and talked about everything, then we went to lunch (and cupcakes) and then did a little antique shopping. When we came home we went through cookbooks and did some meal planning. It was a very perfect mother-daughter day. At the antique mall she found this vintage velvet flower covered hat in one booth, and I found this English tin in another. The woman working at the check out commented that these items looked lovely together. My daughter innocently replied " they're in our color palette". OUR color palette! Who knew? Another reason to love being her mom...