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Valentine’s Day conjures so many emotions in women, doesn’t it? It seems that every February, a thousand emotions stir inside me, and like a human stack of Russian nesting dolls, I see myself at a dozen different ages feeling some combination of those emotions.

Ok, I’ll admit it: I hoard my memories. I have boxes of vacation photographs, ticket stubs, birthday cards, and letters written to me by my grandmother and my husband. But I don’t stop there. I hoard other people’s memories as well. I have boxes of lovely things that once belonged to my grandmother, my great-grandmother, my husband’s parents, and my own mom.

Style mavens have a lot to say about fashion this fall, but they’re all rather silent on fashions for holiday tablescapes.

A few years ago, the daughter of one of Lynda Herdelin’s good friends was assigned to write a paper about someone she admired. She chose Lynda.

Titled “A Hero in My Eyes,” the introduction goes like this: “There is a girl who wears neon stars on her skin and drives a hot pink Jeep around like nobody’s business. She’ll blast anything she wants, knows all the words, and if she catches you looking she’ll probably give you a wink.”

Welcome to “Junk Love Cottage.” The house is 1,100 square feet — if you round up. It’s filled with tarnished silver, chipped paint, hand-me-down artwork and other people’s old furniture. And it’s just about the grooviest, coziest home you’ll find east of the Cumberland here in scenic Nashville, Tennessee.

“No more toy basket in the family room, after all these years.”