The lighting in my office is crappy, and I couldn't see all my imperfections as I was working. But the more I see them now, the more it really describes my family. And it gives me a little knot in my throat.
I created my lunchbox in the same way I do my other projects, in boxes so that the piece has a keepsake feel.
My super heros are my parents (and my grandma). Both of my parents grew up poor (my mother didn't even have indoor plumbing in her house). So they both worked really hard to give me and my brother everything they couldn't have growing up.
When I was younger, my dad was in the Army and his position kept him away for long periods of time. My mom had to take care of my brother and me by herself, often in another country where she didn't know anyone or even know the language. She worked office jobs to help pay the bills and save money. We didn't have much, but they loved us, and we always had a roof and food. Even the years when we weren't sure we were even going to have a Christmas tree, my mom worked several jobs to get each of us a little something. I'm glad that they love me unconditionally, tattoos, pink hair and all.
So I turned my parents into some of my own favorite things... paper dolls.
My grandmother had seven children, lived through the great Depression and once lived in a tent with her little ones and husband. She passed away when I was 12, but I will always remember her as one of the nicest, strongest women I've ever known. Her laugh was loud and infectious, as was her desire to help others.
A note from Jenn: