#4: The Things We Keep

On Possessions and the Extended Self, and How We Identify Ourselves

Two months ago, I purchased a quilt from a woman who had sewn together fabric squares made from upcycled kimono. The colors she had chosen were muted ones—dusty roses and faded beiges—with tufts of red tassels that had been stitched along the seams. When I first unfolded it, I noticed how the lining underneath was decorated with hundreds of pink flower …