When I was moving out with Sheila my mother gave me a package. Said it was for a homier atmosphere in our new home. I had great doubts I’d like it, honestly, my mom has a taste much different from my own. We went to the new place, unpacked our stuff and we completely forgot mom’s package. I remembered it a whole week later and took the time to see what the heck it was after all. To my surprise it was embarrassingly sophisticated, nothing in my plain still empty house matched the wood wall art - that’s what mom had given me. It is a very good-looking and well-picked gift. I even suspected she had had some help with choosing it. Of course I didn’t ask, that would be rude. Sheila and I hung it and she brags about it to friends.