My sister and I played pretend often children, and of course we always played “mothers and fathers,” or what most people call “playing house.” While our imaginary husbands were at their jobs and our doll babies were quietly sleeping, we would of course be mothers. Yes, I know this is a bit stereotypical but it was the 1960s, so there you go.
These little cooking pots were pieces of our kitchen toys. I remember imitating my mother by making potatoes out of Play-Doh, cutting them into chunks with a dull play knife, and plopping them into the pots. Oh, the simple pleasures of childhood. By the way, this painting was my first attempt at a reflective or silver surface. Happy Monday!