345/365: The beloved tchotchke

When I was a kid, I was fascinated by my grandmother's tiny Coke bottles. I used to take them out of the box carefully, peer at them, and then put them back on her tchotchke shelf. Even then I probably thought that anything tiny was cute. When she died a couple of years ago, all I really wanted were the Coke bottles. My mom ended up giving me other things that she found when she was cleaning out my grandmother's apartment, but the Coke bottles are my favorite.