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.
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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
