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.
- Madame Alexander dolls
- depression glass
- rolling pins
- Pillsbury dough boys
- Pigs (don't even ask)
- Miniature houses
- 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.