A list-post. One of my own invention.
“Things I have in unexpected quantities”
It’s not that I intend to collect things, but sometimes I find myself gravitating towards similar objects. They’re accidental collections. They are things I have many of and it’s, shall we say, unusual.
We’re not talking dinner sets here. Or napkins. Or chairs. Or bowls. Or cushions. Or socks. We are talking normal things at crazy, random levels.
- A bowl of billiard balls. Several sets of them, all together. I do not own a billiard table.
- Dice. Many, many dice.
- I lost count at 50+ dog ornaments. Keeping in mind, some of these are in miniature.
- I also have similar levels of cat ornaments (some of these in miniature).
- Ornaments (often animals, sometimes figures, sometimes vases).
- Things in miniature (often animals, sometimes figures).
- Pictures. My walls are covered in pictures. And I have places where many lean against walls where they hope to be placed. I am hopeful of this myself. I also have a staggering number of frames I intend to restore, an equal number that require pictures and some that need glass.
- String lights. I have four sets now. I seem to buy a set a year from a market as people clear their Christmas clutter and I make it.
- Candle holders, like those you may associate with ol’ nimble Jack. I find their form aesthetic and who knows why. I don’t use them, but if there’s a blackout, I’m sorted.
- 4 Bibles, 4 prayer books, 2 hymn books, 2 sets of rosary beads. It’s not that I’m especially religious, but I love objects with meaning. Those that are touched and loved and used.
- Book ends. I love books, so perhaps this isn’t that strange.
- Doll’s heads. I’ve never been into dolls, but seem to want to ‘help’ those missing pieces of themselves.
- Salt and pepper shakers. Often kitsch in style. My aunt helped me to appreciate these quirky objects.
- Old stationary objects like typewriters, inkwells, rubber stamps and propelling pencils. [Now, who thought for a moment, I was talking about things that don’t move?]
- Things that are green. Seriously. My liking of objects can be entirely dependent upon this. I often have a conversation with my mum that goes along the lines of ‘Oooh, I like that.” and Mum’s all unsurprised, ‘Well, it’s green, isn’t it’.
- I hoard sewing stuff and stationary and fabric. Because you just never know when it will come in handy. Some of it may be useful when I’m aged 93.
- Glass domes.
- Hour glasses.
Better stop. I keep thinking of things to add. I’ll probably think of another five more as I drop to sleep tonight.
Anything you have in crazy quantities?
[That’s Ra’s version of NaBloPoMo]
One day left!