Notes to Self

This is funny. It's a secret list of hiding places I had in my room. The small piece of paper lived folded up inside a wooden Camembert box that was pinned on the bulletin board through its bottom so that the top was still removable. The lady in red is still kicking around. She's a doll wearing an elaborate flamenco dress, and had been my mother's - so she's probably from the 40s. Today, I don't think I could make such a concise guide to my "stuff".