One of the things I want to tackle is this notion of a dream job. I’ve determined that at the core of it all, I’d like to be a housewife.

Cue screaming from Feminists.

I’m not saying I expect to be thought of as less than but there sure is something wonderful about the duties of keeping house and not having the insane stresses of life. All you have to do is make sure your husband is happy, the house is clean, and there’s food on the table. You get to create a haven away from the stresses of life for your spouse. All I’m saying is, there are worse ways to live.

Barbie is kind of the perfect “Housewife” example: perfectly put together. The first trophy wife I’m creating is the 2022 trophy wife. We’ve traded poofy dresses and aprons for yoga pants and sweatshirts.

Ceramics Professor Brian Weaver showed me some ceramic artists that deal with the notion of femininity in the 1950s. I had planned to cast a dress and apron in glass but he gave me a better idea to show the fragility of the time period as well as the material itself with slip. It’s coming down the line but I can’t wait to show you all!

One of the ceramic artists he shared with me dresses in 1950s outfits and has parties with her handbuilt and wheel-thrown pottery.

My idea is to create two versions of the trophy wife: 1950s and today.