My Mother's Dressing Gown - Moleskine Art

This sums up my perpetual state of confusion as a child. I was confused when adults lied but punished me for doing the same thing. They gossiped, stole, and bullied with a freedom I wanted for myself. At the centre of the confusion was my mother as a constant, in my minds eye eternally wearing a Marks And Spencer's nylon quilted dressing gown. The whole world could turn upside down but as long as mum was there in her dressing gown, I new all was well. They don't make dressing gowns like that anymore, I guess health and safety doesn't allow for that kind of fire hazard!