I pulled out a pile of old 1950s and 1960s McCall’s magazines the other day, which are all very mommy stay-at-home traditional wife oriented at the same time I was working through a treasure trove of old yearbooks I had picked up recently at a used book store, and I started to percolate on a Mothers series.

There are all kinds of mothers, and having been a mother, stepmother, and adoptive mother, I can confidently say I’ve occasionally f*cked it up in about every way imaginable. Yet they keep coming back like little boomerangs, so I can’t have done too bad a job.

I actually laid out 9 mother collages last weekend in a mad flurry of paper and scraps over the course of the weekend, but the refining and finishing take days for each one and I have that pesky day job with which to contend, so I’ve only finished one so far, but isn’t she a delight?

Instagram strangers declared her “Iconic,” “Incredibly creepy,” and “Delightfully weird.” I just love that! I think that, besides the faintly demonic look on her face, the fork held aloft with the little baby feet looking like a couple of skewered cocktail weenies is really the thing for me.

So on this Mother’s Day, I wish you all a happy one. Collage on!