I’ve always liked the word ‘affinity’. There’s a lot of depth entwined within that one word – that emotional connection with something stretching beyond mere personal preference.
Often your affinity for certain items is strong enough for friends or family to recognise it and say things like “that is very you“. When my husband raises his eyebrows at the sight of something I’ve saved from the market it’s resignation bordering on disapproval – he’s definitely not surprised by my choice.
As a self-confessed hoarder, I’ve mentioned before how I like to collect stuff and while I claim to collect nothing more specific than things I like, I admit certain patterns are emerging. I have a lot of pre-1950s porcelain dog ornaments, a few dolls’ heads and several small teddy bears. Clocks, plenty of clocks but only a couple work and tell the correct time. It took a house guest to point out my three (quite different) depictions of Montmartre, Paris – the conversation began with, “Have you been to Montmartre?” and I replied, “No, why d’you ask?”.
I’m more mouse than lion. I feel more dog than cat (although, I love them both). I’m more cottage than palace and a meadow of poppies than a garden of roses. More bumble bee than dolphin (or any other aquatic animal for that matter). I love the colour green, but feel more like a deep teal blue. Autumn is my season, autumnal are my colours and leaves (actual, painted or ornamental) also feature highly among my objects. Red rooves and chimneys. Feathers. Notebooks. Christmas trees. The number 11. How did these become me?
*insert nature versus nurture debate*
I’ve been browsing other blogs, looking at the pictures in headers and examining blog identities and Twitter pages and I find it interesting how other bloggers see themselves and what they think ‘represents’ them. From a goldfish to a dinosaur to clocks. Why did I chose my blog header? Why do I feel that reflects me?
What do you inexplicably connect with? Where do your affinities lie?