sticker head


With the arrival of the t*da logo stickers yesterday, I’ve got a new very enjoyable pastime.

Sticking stickers and standing back to admire their cuteness. 

During the last 24-hours of rip roarin stickermania I couldn’t help but think about the last time I was so captivated by a sticker.  And I wasn’t alone in it that time. 

In 1998 one sticker was the center of a summerful of Sunday dinners at my parent’s home. 

“Grandma, why is there a sticker over Carl’s head?” 

Nine dripping kids and 12 lifeguards on break drop their brats and turn to the 11 x 14 family portrait taken at my wedding in 1995.   Smack dab in the middle of my ex-husband’s face is a  gold hallmark sticker. 

My mother’s explanation:  “Well it’s a really good picture of all of us.”

Yeah, well this is one of those moments when you have to laugh, but how good does it really feel to be at this table and be me?  I am about to turn 40 and childless and now immortalized as a blushing bride flanked by a sticker head. 

Make that ex-sticker head.

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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