Category Archives: hoarding

One Square Mile

Main Street has changed quite a bit, but Peaceable Kingdom is still there with the table of toys down the center, matchbook enamel pins and wooden counter #annarbor #goinghome #nostalgia A post shared by Elleanor Chin (@elleanorchin) on Jun 1, … Continue reading

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Done is Good

I finished the piece I’ve been working on since December of last year, incorporating the different parts of baby gates and familial debris. The first two were done months ago and have been sitting in the attic. The last piece … Continue reading

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Panty Lines

In college someone usually had a Victoria’s Secret catalog floating around in the smoking lounge. My friends and I would peruse them and debate whether women’s bodies could actually assume the positions the models adopted, sprawled artfully on the luxurious … Continue reading

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Vanessa Coat – Proof of Concept

I got a dress at goodwill last year. Its purchase is a symptom of what my sister calls Dragon Sickness: hoarding. Also the “It’s Good Stuff!!” problem. “It’s Good Stuff” is what my father would say when he came home … Continue reading

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Baroque Geography and Memory Salad

My father died 10 years ago today, after a period of dementia and failing health that was much more heartbreaking than his actual death. He was 83. I have a friend, Jessica, whose mother died one year ago today after … Continue reading

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Heart of Bone

I realized recently that most people might not experience life as a constant barrage of chaos. However other people engage with the world, good or bad, it doesn’t necessarily feel like a battle against drowning. I don’t feel that way … Continue reading

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Water of Life

My father used to make all kinds of insane liqueurs. I’m not quite sure of the technique, but it involved large jugs of the cheapest vodka, fruit of various types, sugar and exceedingly sketchy reclaimed liquor bottles. He’d label them … Continue reading

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