I’m going with my office. It’s the one room in the house that feels the most complete. It’s where I spend the most time, the room I blog from and it’s the very first room people see when they walk into our house. I think it sets the tone for what can be found throughout the rest of the house.

 My faux ostrich coffee table. I think it’s pretty badass, something I am not. It’s edgy and cool. And it has nailhead trim! I mean, I’d nailhead trim my toilet if I could.

This textile isn’t anything anyone would use in their house, ever. It’s a little embarrassing to admit but whatever, we’re all friends here, right? I love it and have trouble sleeping if it doesn’t go to bed with me. It’s none other than my husband’s blanket from when he was like 9. A baseball blanket I’ve been sleeping with since we got married almost six years ago. It’s old, it’s dingy but it’s the most comforting thing I’ve owned since I parted with my baby blanket. I carry it around the house all the time because my husband is cruel and turns the air conditioner on even in the winter. I freeze if it drops below 70.

This piece of art is something someone gave me on our honeymoon in Jamaica.

My husband and I walked into this store I wouldn’t necessarily purchase anything from. For whatever reason the owner let me pick something from his store. I felt kind of bad because I didn’t really like anything and didn’t want to offend him for not taking anything even though it’d be free. Off in some nook this piece stood out because of the words in the bottom right corner. My family’s been calling me Nene since I was a kid. And the initial of my new last name would be L. So random and weird. It was a sign of something, I’m sure. Still trying to figure it out. Cool nonetheless.

This thing is more outside our house than in, but it’s still a favorite. It’s a metal flamingo! I guess it’s less tacky than the plastic ones. Although I like the plastic ones too. I bought him at the Rose Bowl flea market in Pasadena. First time I saw him, he was SOLD. I was like, sold? Who the hell would buy this? I was genuinely disappointed. Months later we met again. For sale. Now he’s mine. All mine. Greetings, he says.

And that’s the end of my favorite things.

Thanks for letting me share some of my junk, Alex.