Like so many housewives, my mom did her grocery shopping on Friday nights. I guess this must’ve had something to do with when my dad got paid, or perhaps it was a throwback to the early days when we only had one car. In any case, on Saturday mornings there would be a box of sugar cereal in the cupboard, and if you got up early enough you could have some before my brother ate it all in front of the Saturday morning cartoons. Apart from the fights over the cereal, my memories of childhood Saturday mornings are about as blissful as can be.
2014, kiln-fired and cold worked glass, found implements