flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
My sister-in-law’s mother, that is, and it’s because she and my mother both love Impressionism immensely.
If I ever have free time again (hah!), I’ll probably compile all the art owls into a poster or something of the sort because I feel like it. Sorry, tired now.
Update: The mom of my oldest friend and the mom of a newer but awesome friend who owns many wigs have chimed in on teh Facebook to say that they love Impressionism too. Apparently moms ❤ Impressionists, based on my giant sample size of 4.
So, next time a mom in your life needs a gift, may I suggest a book of Impressionist art? You could also try a lovely postcard or an original Monet, depending on your budget. OR YOU COULD BUY HER AN ART OWL POSTER. Subtlety, I has it.