What is it about our mothers, and specifically my mother: Generous to a fault, bright and funny, ready to defend you to the ends of the earth, and yet possessing the ability to instantly provoke irrational anger. The fault may be with me, and if so, is one I apparently passed to my daughter, who currently lives with my mother in New York, and while they cross paths only a few hours each week, this week this proved too much, my daughter becoming furious about something, a fury she roared a bit about at work, which apparently inspired the film's art director.
"As soon as I heard you say it," he told my daughter this morning, upon presenting her with a roll of stickers with the image below, "I knew what I had to do."
I want one of those stickers! Every daughter/grandaughter should have one!
Posted by: Hillary | September 02, 2010 at 10:19 AM