Last night I started the next phase of our Asian “round-up”: focusing on a couple sets of tiny objects and seeing how well I can match them up with a stack of receipts. It went pretty well and I felt like a little kid playing a game matching up verbal things with visual things (with Jim standing by for consultation). Actually, whenever I sit at my table sorting through small antique collectibles — jewelry, beads, amulets — I get a giddy feeling of being a fairy princess with my hoard of magical treasures, each with their own secret history. The hours slip by…
