I try imagining someone inhabited by another mother.
The result is alarming. Angry or perhaps over-vivacious. Voluble. Exhausting most likely. Who have I conjured up?
“I put some scraps of your clothes into the rag-rugging I was re-making for your granddaughter, Mum.” Scraps of my clothes? What are you talking about? What clothes? “A keepsake, Mum …. you know.” What keepsake? “Of you, Mum …. You’re dead.”
Am I? ….. That’s a nuisance.
Finally, I made the The Hat. My first… rather rough…. lip-synced animation .