The Pothead Revisited.......

Mom Didn't Want Her Picture Taken

My mom came to visit us over the Thanksgiving holidays.  We had a blast.   But, the funniest moment came unexpectedly the first night she was with us.  Her bed was in the guest bedroom, and as she laid down, her head propped up on several pillows, she found that she was being stared at by an otherworldly piece of pottery known affectionately in our family as "The Pothead".

She said It Gave Her "The Willies".  Ha.

The Pothead was sitting on a bookcase across the room from her bed.  This eerie piece of pottery was made in school by my daughter, Diane, when she was about 12 years old.  The only thing that saved it from the trash heap was moi, who somehow fell in love with it and kept it as a treasured conversation piece. 

We Had to turn it Toward the Wall so She Could Sleep

My mom said the Pothead "gives me the willies", and instructed that it be turned around to face the wall so that she could sleep without being spooked. 

Now that mom has returned home, the beloved creation has been repositioned facing the open room.