It was her mother, dressed in a nurse's uniform!

His mother, Tida, dressed in red, was sitting on a hill above the green with a bouquet of red roses.

I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.

Their mother, dressed for work, stood on the other side of the table, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

She looked older than my mother, dressed in a conservative pair of tan slacks and a tasteful blouse.

She then finds her mother, dressed in a nurse outfit, trying to break into the car with a coat hanger.

"That's the limit," said our tour guide, a mother sensibly dressed in Polarfleece.

On sunny mornings in our neighborhood park, you can find a conclave of anxious mothers casually dressed.

The mother, dressed as a slave, carries a tray of oil and flowers.

Her mother, dressed as Robin Hood, sees from the end of the driveway.