
Shelf of random things next to where I work.

My color palette of threads.

My stash of thrift store porcelain.

Shelves of glues, glazes, old art show postcards, toxic stuff and paint. I used to paint years ago, I still have tons of acrylic paints left from those years. Surprisingly the paint is still good after 5-6 years of storing. Someday I'll paint again.
I also have a fetish for glues...

My father's old text books, some are from college others are from grade school. Also my husband's grandmother's letters and journals. It's a nice old dusty smell.