We bought this inexpensive used wooden shelf unit at an antiques store yesterday.  E cleaned and fixed it up, and next thing you know, all my old knickknackery finally came out of the closet after years of following me around in boxes.  Many moves later, I’ve downsized my sentimental clutter to manageable proportions.  It’s like a concentrated cross-section of the  stages of my life.

You can tell a lot about a person by the weird, humble objects they save and treasure.  Some of this stuff goes back to childhood, some to early motherhood, and on through the decades, what little I was able to salvage from the rollercoaster of life.  You can’t take it with you, so better to lighten up and appreciate the few precious keepsakes that made the cut.  They are of value only in their meaning and significance to me.  Many are little ephemerals my son made or gave me when he was little, the ones that weren’t lost in the divorce and fire.  I treasure those the most.

And some are just everyday objects like rocks, shells, marbles, the odd toy, things that I love.  I don’t require much to keep me amused.

I even dug out my Propagatrix sign from my propagation greenhouse headquarters.  I guess I’m official now.