My grandmother used to save the big bone cage (I have no idea what that's called!) every year and make a Christmas sleigh out of it. Seriously. She boiled it and painted it red and gold and added fluffy cotton and posed it with tiny reindeer and a Santa doll. When Christmas was over, she'd throw it away - and make a new one the next year.
Clearly, *some* people didn't get the whole "don't play with your food" lecture that I heard every single meal of my young life. To think, my mashed potato Egyptian pyramids and brussel sprout deconstructionist abstracts could have really amounted to something.
11/28/08
i'm glad i'm not the only one who thought it was gross, i felt REALLY non-artsy for a minute there. "it's so avant-garde! way to be green!"
11/27/08
That's my blood, ya'll!
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Thanks, Mom. Thanks a lot.
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