Oil on Board with Black Wood Floater Frame
My best friend moved in two doors down when we were in 3rd grade. We spent all of our free time together. In middle school we would come home from school and watch soap operas at her house. Always at her house. Why? Because my mom never bought any good snacks. She just had cheese under a glass cloche and occasionally some pretzels. At my friend's house, there was always a bag of chips or some other equally delicious snack that we could share, and so we did. I have great memories of those carefree days.