my beloved bulletin board before its attempted desecration. i knew it would be a difficult task to remove the objects from this board but when i began the actual removal process, the ‘objects’ became birthday cards, notes from friends, special name cards and things that only belonged on the board. they didn’t belong in a box or a drawer. they had to be on the board. in an attempt to de-clutter, i was slowly and systematically destroying an object of comfort and security
circular objects: a brooch i bought from paris eons ago, two blank cds a leaf i picked up outside the palms hotel and a lebanon bracelet from international day at a.s.k.
not a name card…
a name matchbox. isn’t this the most adorable name card ever? oink!
a quarter of the way through. ouch
a note that i hadn’t really looked at for a while until then. it made me cry. as did the many layers of birthday drawings to me by my children
munira al qadiri’s ‘tragedy of self’ postcard and a photo of my father and me taken a decade ago
almost halfway empty. this was breaking my heart. so i stopped and called my sister. i told her this wasn’t working. so i decided to change the curtains instead