Unfinished(s) from around our home. Things I've been meaning to get to for a long (or short time) and haven't. Organizing memories, hanging up photos and prints (properly). Fixing the paper garland. Hiding all those plasticky princess dresses. Hanging the mobile.
That collection of old film photographs I inherited from my father.
That Polaroid is of my mother and me on the day of my birth. Newborn me, my life yet to live. Wonderfully strange.
Thinking of it, maybe I like those pictures taped to the wall like that, instead of in fancy frames. Memories are fleeting, not fixed, after all.
