I've always had an interesting appreciation for old things. My family placed a lot of importance on heirlooms, who they belonged to and why they were special. Growing up, I loved snooping around the bathrooms of my older relatives. Beauty products of a time past, sometimes with swirling fonts and a faintly misogynistic implication. Others had pretty packaging or personally engraved casings. I liked finding the word "rouge" or "blusher" printed on the back. My great grandmother later gifted me a tea set from her father's time in Japan after World War II. I thought it was hideous but felt intrigued by the tangible reality of a different time and place. Occupied Japan. When she was too old to wear anything besides sweatsuits and Keds, she let me go through her closet.