This dressing table belonged to one of my grandmothers. I remember how magical it seemed when I was a kid. It was covered with perfume bottles and there was her sterling silver hairbrush, a beautiful velvet lined jewelry box and family photographs.

The dressing table is a tradition that I keep and I spend alot of time reflecting.... on my relationships, on the past, on life in general. Too much time, perhaps. Sometimes I analyze everything to death. Enough already.