My door

We've been preparing for the Vilakazi garage sale, and any digging expedition in oru garage usually means we'll come across this: my bedroom door from growing up. The entire thing is a collage, whcih turned out to be pretty handy when we had to make a collage for a project in senior English. Our friend Marc hadn't seen it before, and he loved it. He snapped a picture and sent it to me. It's so funny to go back and see what I put on there. Oddly enough, there are several things about Africa. There are pictures of friends, old saxophone reeds and political cartoons. Interesting.