Grandma's for Christmas
Growing up, I don’t know if the decor in my Grandma’s house really registered in my brain. Maybe I was so focused on the “endless” 45 minute drive and delicious rice pudding that greeted me on arrival to notice the shag carpet, fake grapes, and stockroom of Folgers in case aliens attack rural West-Minnesota. I imagine this is exactly what the house looked like as my dad was growing up in the 60’s & 70's. Going back for the holidays last year, I looked at it with a new set of eyes, and chose to document it with this series.
