The big scary box
Passport, old college admissions letters that my cat chewed on
50s, 60s, and 70s Magazines
The aforementioned birthday surprise magazines, preserved by a dollar store bag. What do you mean you've never gotten magazines for your birthday?
The camera bag
My camera collection! *Hold (click) with care*
The REFLECTOR
It sounds like a supervillain because it is one. A photographer’s worst enemy… You have to get someone else to hold it, it takes a special skill to fold.
TOP SHELF
Much less sophisticated than liquor. I promise.
My mom made me organize my clothes by color when I was in high school. Well, "make" is a strong word. Sometimes, if I was bogged down by school work or busy with sports, she would do a load of laundry for me, start to finish. I applaud her for getting past carrying the socks downstairs, few are so brave.
She would hang up my clothes by color because that is what she does in her closet. And she is one organized lady.
THE RACK
