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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.