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Grandma didn't babysit much.

 

She was older when she did. Grandpa had died the year before. 

 

They were older too. Almost though not quite there, at the age where they could stay home alone.

 

Dad would go pick her up. She didn't drive. 

 

Grandma would come in and walk right over to the couch. She'd plop down right in front of the tv next two her two granddaughters watching cartoons. 

 

"Ma, you need anything before we go?" He'd ask.

 

She'd tell him she was fine and then wave them off. 

 

The car would just be out of the driveway when she'd ask for the remote. They'd hand it right to her and grandma would tell them, she "just had to check something on tv." 

 

She'd scroll the channels before landing on Jerry Springer. A grin would spread across her face, she'd put the remote down on the coffee table and put her feet up. 

 

Her feet wouldn't stay up long though, as the show built, as the guests became more animated, enraged, ready to fight... grandma would mirror their energy, stomping her feet on the ground, hooting and hollering, some Italian slang thrown in there for good measure.

 

Their eyes would be wide. Taking in grandma... fixated on the tv as if nothing else existed, Jerry Springer on the screen with his band of societal misfits exploited for late morning television. This was a far cry from their usual cartoons. 

 

On this particular occasion Jerry was hosting a drag queen special. 

 

They watched in absolute wonder as the men were brought out onto the stage and then ushered back to get into costume, later sashaying back out in full drag with colored lights and dance music transforming the set into some sort of over the top fashion show. 

 

They were transfixed. 

 

Grandma nearly jumped off the couch when a man whom she claimed, resembled their dad when he was growing up (though they were skeptical) came back out in a stunning gown and wig. 

 

She hooted. She hollared. She laughed.

 

They loved her dress. 

 

And when they heard the garage door open, a sign that mom and dad were home, she quickly emerged from her Jerry stupor and flipped the station back to cartoons.

 

Secretly they all wished they could see more queens. F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S. 

 

 

“Drag Race”

$130.00Price
  • "Drag Race"

    Spray paint, acrylic, vinyl, glitter and resin on wood panel

    6" w x 6" h x 3/4"d / 8" x  8" x 1" framed dimensions

    Artwork comes framed and ready to hang in a black matte floater frame

     

    "Drag Race" is painted on smooth birch panel and sealed with Art Resin brand resin. Ready to hang, "Drag Race" is the absolute perfect piece for the queen in your life. 

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