Call it what you will: shadow box, display case, curio shelf. No matter the term you choose, my mother had (and still has) them hanging all over my childhood home. (Consequently, my father tried developing a mathematical proof to demonstrate there’s no more wall space for another box. But there always is. Sorry, Dad.)
This particular box (measuring 36″x36″ and weighing a metric ton) was the largest in Mom’s collection. Her antique toys and figurines, organized by theme or time period, were cleverly packed in each section. And it was never finished: there was always one more item to add.
After I married and had my own apartment to decorate, I began searching for a shadow box to hold the 20,000 knick-knacks I’d hoarded over the years. And my mother, ever the savior, offered this box. Her favorite box. The box to end all boxes.