I started to collect cranberry-colored glass from thrift stores inspired by Barbra Streisand’s book on design. Before the fire, I had an entire bay window full of different colored glass, but there’s something magical about varying hues of the same color juxtaposed in odd numbers of pieces, of course. We’ll see how much I can find in the years to come.

While I’m still biding time until I move, I do like to see art, even if it was not of my own choosing completely, but donated to me after the fire. Some of it will make great placeholders until things that are more “me” are acquired.