I have many, many, *many* a useless tchtotchke... one of my favorites is this flea market find. She seems like I could pull off having lugged her back from Russia, but no - the Alameda Flea Market in the Bay Area is where the real treasures hail from.
Don't even get me started on the smattering of useless junk in front of her - I can't help myself. At least there aren't many shelves in the current digs to clutter up with things. It's genetic, I swear...
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