Sometimes your things are my things
I made shadowboxes out of cardboard to house all of the random objects and things I have found and held onto over the years. The shadowboxes covered two full walls of the space. On the other side of the room was a reading area - comfy found chair and lamp - with the postcards I wrote while working in Europe. These were later compiled into the book, Postcards: things i meant to say to no one in particular. On another wall hung all the calendars my mom had over the years. Or, at least, the ones she could find. Which was almost all of them.