My mom worked as a food stylist back in the day when Elmer’s glue passed for milk and mashed potatoes were ice cream, and although she no longer works alongside the camera, she’s still one of the craftiest people I know. She can turn baby clothes into an adult jacket, hundreds of wine corks into a coffee table, and my long-abandoned Barbie accessories into wall art.
But her pièce de résistance is still the Thanksgiving tablescape.
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