Junk

Okay, I'll admit it. I love junk. There's nothing I'll throw away--nothing. Take my bulletin board, for example: you can't even see the board. Only what's on it.

Sometimes I don't even know why they're there. If I find something I like, it just goes on the bulletin board. It's like a habit.

Papers, postcards, a two dollar bill, a faux flower, clothing tags, a paint chip, a baby hat, business cards, greeting cards, candy wrappers, ticket stubs, magazine clippings, a paper balloon thing, pictures, a lemonade can foil, even a tiny monkey. They're all there. 

I have a notebook with a lot of things in it too. They're all taped in, like a chocolate bar wrapper from some factory, a typeface directory page, artwork from magazines. But I love it.

I just like to keep everything.

Like today, we were throwing out a load of things that were stashed away for years. We were taking it all to the dump. A lot of the things I wouldn't let them take. We found a lot of antique things, and that is probably the number one thing I won't get rid of. Antiques.

We found a lot of things: old sketchbooks and magazines, vintage cameras. 

But I won't let them throw it away. Never.