Vignettes: a dressing table

She carefully touched one finger to the delicate blue perfume bottle.  A few of the bottles, some handblown glass and others antique crystal, sat on the dressing table.  Who has a dressing table anymore? she thought.  All of these bottles were gifts from past boyfriends.  Strange she kept them.  Next to the small bottles was a jar of foreign coins and bills.  So many they were probably worth hundreds of dollars.  A box of jewelry spilled over with flimsy plastic beads, gold Tiffany earrings, a cross necklace, and wooden bracelets.  She thought about her sister and her secrets.  She imagined her sitting here, at her dressing table,  She missed her.