Tchotchkefication follow up

I feel the need to clarify. I grew up in a house with a lot of stuff that was not-to-touch. I think it was the early childhood trauma speaking.

Mom had collections. They were not grouped.

There were

• teacups
• Madame Alexander dolls
• depression glass
• rolling pins
• Pillsbury dough boys
• Orientalia
  
• Pigs (don't even ask)
• Miniature houses
• Bells
• Perfume bottles

and about here is where I start to dissociate. Obviously my lack of tchotchke is a rebellion (psychologically sophisticated much?)

So don't blame me...blame my mother.