A Cabinet of Curiosities

When I was seven or eight, my grandmother's neighbor took me to a garage sale a few streets over. She had a passion for quirky old things and often invited me along on her thrifting excusions, partly because I shared her love for vintage items and partly to give my grandma a break from babysitting.

On this particular outting, I fell in love with a wooden medicine cabinet someone had pried off the wall and priced at $0.50. "It will be mine!" I declared. "I will do Great Things with it!"

I bought it, hauled it home (with considerable help from my older friend; the thing was damned heavy), and did absolutely nothing with it for the next twenty years and more.

At one point, I thought to cover it with postage stamps and turn it into an installation of sorts, like what Dave McKean so often built for his SANDMAN covers. I envisioned a number of tiny found objects affixed inside, each with its own story.

This probably would've been awesome if I hadn't forgotten all about it.