My Japanese mother-in-law's apartment is a wonder to behold, each room a gallery of knickknacks, trinkets and mass-produced souvenirs -- a veritable emporium to unintended kitsch. You might call her a collector. Among the accumulated treasures are luminescent fridge magnets, Hawaiian hulu dancer figurines, assorted doilies and antimacassars, a maneki-neko beckoning cat and a ceramic Cinderella cookie jar.









