Why is it that I can not throw things away? Every jam jar is a potential vessel...for flowers, for yet unknown things, for life. As is an empty can of iced green tea, a juice bottle, a curvy yoghurt tub. Even flailing flowers are kept and loved and dried and stored in an abovementioned vessel. My cupboards are cluttered to bursting. That's why I'm going steady with a carpenter...because love is a man who can build me more shelves.