Old Flame

“Oh, you’ve got to see my muumuu!” Anne-Marie Dezelan says as she runs to her closet and returns to the kitchen with a floor-length, Thai batik dress that once belonged to her missionary mother. With the addition of new elastic at the waist and repairs to holes, she now jokes about having Muumuu Mondays around her personality-packed SoBro bungalow.

Items like this exist all over the three-bedroom, three-bath, 2,200-square-foot house where she lives with her husband, Marty. Not muumuus, exactly, but masks and hats and crosses and vinyl records. And, like the muumuu, each one has a story—just like the house