My mom isn't one for fashion, decor or style of any kind. But like most people, she thinks she is.
When I was growing up she would have periods that could be defined by animal type. She had a duck phase, a cow phase and a rather unfortunate era in which she thought "mammy," blackface art was adorable, and I think she had chicken phase.
Now she's in to Jesus.
But the cow phase was the longest lasting one. She loved her cow paintings and sculptures. So, so weird.
She would love this post, back then.