A pile of matches. You must be thinking, “This girl has a habit of photographs the same stuff with a macro view. Enough already.”
Fear not, this photo has an interesting story behind it. You see, all of these matches belong to my mom. For many years and for many unknown reasons, they were stored in a fishbowl. As for the fishbowl, it was stored on something that I can’t possibly remember. We have a ton of random stuff at home and on top of that, we have no skills when it comes to organizing them.
My dear friend, Derek decided to visit me this one particular evening. He peaked around, asking questions as to the smaller version of me (which isn’t saying much, for those of you who know me). He spotted my high school graduation class picture, which was trapped underneath something else. So I tried to retrieve it and — SMASH! Goodbye, fishbowl! It certainly didn’t help that Derek and I were in a rush to meet up with our friend Christian, and it was already late. I collected up the visible shards with an ugly oven mitt and vacuumed the rest. Then, I stuffed all the matches into the first container I could find. Thanks, plastic Longo’s bag! Now, what I really want to know is why my mom collected the matches considering she hasn’t really had a use for them. Hmmm…
