Mother’s Day always seems to approach without much warning, leaving me scrambling to find the perfect gift. If anyone else’s mom is hard to shop for, join the not-so-exclusive club. The scenario remains the same: I ask if I can treat her to anything, and she politely declines. She just wants to spend quality time together. Blessed with gift-giving as my love language, I can’t help but believe there are a few items she’s secretly yearning for. My success rate tends to average about 50 percent, but I always opt for quality pieces that will last—or, at the very least, be passed down to me. If there is anything I’ve learned from my time at Coveteur, it’s to never miss an opportunity for a treat (or two).
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