My apt is groaning with things I picked out for myself and my daughter. Of course she was very specific about what reminded her of her grandmother and rejcted everything I chose for her. We couldnt afford to ship it to sweden anyway. But now it's here.

I hung my wedding gown in my closet.

My sister OD'd about 8 years ago, and I saved her worn denim jacket. Since she also wore it, I hung them together. Of course I would have loved to have my daughter wear it, but from the age of about 4, she expressed her disdain for

my taste. I wrote a piece I like called Heartbreaker about why there wasnt a chance in hell she would wear it.

thanks Nancy--for this and your other wishes