• three packages of fancy paper napkins. as if.
• one pillow case. old, old, old.
• one small calendar. a formerly nice way to include art in one's day.

• eight books. traded for three new ones. still a net loss.

• five wire hangers. curse you, wire hangers!

one gorgeous glass bowl. with one enormous chip.
a pair of child's leggings. inexplicably living in my drawer.
one giant binder. which will likely have to be replaced sometime soon.
a pair of shower gloves. which make me shudder ever time i see them.
a small mirror. enough reflection, already.

• one cannibalized stair-stepper. squeaky, no stats.
• one tiny trash can. inconvenient and surprisingly noisy.
• three bikini bottoms. teenager.

eight single socks. sigh.