Why I can’t get rid of stuff and this is just one room, post yours too.

Mirror bought at school auction for New Traditions Colette’s Kindergarten year 2000 reflecting part of a drawing by me on plywood. Tile box made by my mom when she was in a TB ward when I was 8—9. Best hair brush ever given to me by Beth Ross at my second baby shower hosted by Simone Simone. Detangler comb given to us girls by Phil on wise recommendation by Jenny du Pont. Beautiful handheld mirror given to me by my friend-since-Kindergarten Polly on her trip to Polynesia, basket contains cool skull given to us from Jeanne and Richard on our 100 year party.

Basket holds hysterical photo of Colette and Laine that I will always hold as ammo from La Cocina’s streetfood event, the “to mom” frame holds a photo from Laine’s preschool that presages her melancholy. The empty frame was a gift from my great friend from Paris Beaux Arts days, Maya Maria Raymoundi Popantonopolis, who I recently heard from her brother Sotiris had died.

My childhood guitar “Goya” but made in Sweden, a dresser home-made in the 50s for my dad by his friend. I painted it white as a kid and then stripped it as an adult. The silk scarf is from my dads regiment in Japan WWII. My dad died in 1968. The wooden bowl a gift from Nancy.Phil’s glasses case looks like a minimist cartoon snake.

Headboard: annoying clock from Wallgreens purchased by husband, pinecone from an amazing pitch by Colette in her baseball days, the last remaining gorillas from a glass jar full of them from Sarah, a previous 11thst tenant, smarties and further out of view murder books and cocktails.