In my childhood games I liked to serve. The ‘toy’ tea set in my granny’s cupboard, a mismatched set compiling of a small copper teapot, a jug and sugar bowl never became dusty. Teas made from leaves from the garden, pansies and violets, with endless sugar lumps.
It was after seeing a cashier in Safeway, a young woman who seemed so grown up – with several rings on her fingers, that I started playing shop in my imaginary games too. Accepting club wrappers as currency in a shop selling scrunchies, butterfly stickers and paper clips. Playing both customer and shop keeper, with rings on my fingers.