I was a grown up. An adult. Someone whose opinion mattered. Someone who earned more than weekly babysitting money. Or allowance.
It worked. I'm still hooked on Ritz, especially the snowflake shaped crackers they release each winter.
But I digress.
D. and I attended an art show promoted by Odd Folies (you remember Sheila and Craig, the talented cabinetry/collectible/ephemera folks?) last weekend and encountered artist Joseph Blake, a guy who didn't try to bait us as 80's kids, but caught us, hook, line, and sinker with his flowers. This one came home with me:

The petals are metal, cut from collected tins and containers...

The red is sooooo *me*. The Army guy, Dear Husband. The Pre-Schooler loves dinosaurs and Dear Daughter is a Dr. Pepper drinker (see the bottle cap?):

He soooooo needs a web site. Hint.
Until then, if you'd like to contact him to ask for photos of more of his work, he can be reached here.
My red rooster with poinsettia/plaid/Monticello/saltine cracker leaves is now hanging in my crafting nook, right where it can continue to inspire me, elicit smiles, and make me feel good about turning 40.
