Red Jello

Above: A rather surly me outside my father’s office building in downtown Hartford, CT.

Unhappy me, but I’m not sure why. I used to love visiting my father at work. Dressing up, accessorizing…

And my favourite part was eating in the fancy dining room of his big tall office building with large glass windows and panoramic views over downtown Hartford. Very Mad Men, small town version. 

The wobbly red jello in glass sundae dishes were especially exotic because Jello didn’t feature at home until I was old enough to make it. And those glamorous, glass sundae dishes were an unnecessary extravagance where my mother was concerned. I used to want some soooo badly but now the point of specialised tableware evades me too. Why own anything else when a rice bowl can hold just about anything?