It's every mother's right to embarrass her offspring.
In my case, it was Christmas morning when, for years I would appear as something diabolically Christmassy to hand out gifts.
To every one in the street, that is out in the open air where I could be seen from space.
It became the custom to have a bbq breakfast on somebody's nature strip before we all drifted off to whatever hellhole Christmas dinner was being held that year.
This is actually one of my more non-elaborate outfits.
Don't you wish you'd had me as a mother?