Another week another trillion column inches about Kim Kardashian as the fallout from her and Kanye West’s first Vogue cover shows little sign of dying down.

Half the fashion elite see the “Kimye” photoshoot as the end of life as we know it, while the other half see it as a reflection of the times and a sign that high fashion is starting to lose some of its snobbery.

For the record I was not that surprised to see the cover. Kim and Kanye’s courtship of US Vogue editor Anna Wintour has been almost as intense as their courtship of each other.

More than that, fashion is all about money – witness bags that cost more than cars and dresses that would pay for your kids to go to private school – and no-one makes money like Kim Kardashian.

In less than 10 years she has gone from a sex tape to being a multi-millionaire many times over.

Anyway, I would be lying if I said that I was not intrigued to read the article.

And among all the madness about dressing up baby North in Kanye’s jewels and how Kim considered buying Elizabeth Taylor’s house (she jibbed it because it only had a one-car garage apparently) one thing stood out and that was Kim’s adoration of her mum Kris Jenner.

Now Kris – who is, let’s not forget, also Kim’s manager or “mommager” (as well as the other four girls’) as she tends to be called – is not everyone’s cup of tea. Fans of Keeping Up With The Kardashians will tell you she is definitely an acquired taste.

But her closeness to her children is the most genuine thing abut the reality show.

In the Vogue article Kim tells a story about sitting down with older sister Kourtney when they were only about seven or eight and going through their mother’s wardrobe deciding which items they would get when she dies.

A bit harsh perhaps but as Mother’s Day approaches tomorrow it got me thinking about my own mum’s wardrobe.

Over the years I have heard endless stories about her amazing clothes. The knee-high platform boots she had to have made because her legs were too skinny to keep shop-bought ones up, the hot pants, the leather and fur coats.

Sadly, my mum spent her teenage years and early twenties in a terraced house not a Hollywood Hills mansion with climate-controlled closets, so none of her precious pieces survived the Seventies (given that she had a 21” waist on her wedding day I would have a fat chance of getting into any of them anyway!).

Instead of actual clothing, though, my mum has passed down to me her fabulous sense of style.

Next month my mum will turn 60 and her interest in fashion (and shopping) shows no sign of waning, if anything she loves it more than ever.

If it weren’t for her it is safe to say that I would not be writing this column.

Unlike Kris Jenner, my mum may not have designer handbags or earrings (it depends how she spends her pension I guess) to hand down to me but  it is because of her I know what clothes look good on me and moreover, I have the confidence to wear them.

And they can’t slap inheritance tax on that.