i just want to shout out, please stop. since when is owning stuff wrong?
don't get me wrong - i can spend countless hours
...the way in which stefan acquired the sculpture of an african man reminds me of his kindness; the trio of miniature tagines make me smile because i remember the hospitality of the moroccan man that sold them to me; i see kai's proud face whenever i happen a glance at the paper mache jar that he made for me; the sculpture of the jamaican woman reminds me of our time in jamaica and how much kai loved the water; the yellow and red lamp, a gift from the lovely melanie, warms my heart so much to know that she travelled with it from hong kong to vancouver one christmas long ago; and the toronto print reminds me of home and my family and friends who live there. my stuff instantly picks me up.
i love it when new friends come over and ask questions about my stuff - it allows me to tell my stories and i think they get to know me and my family a little bit better too. they, those trinkets we surround ourselves with, are an extension of us. the same holds true when i visit friends. i do love being a voyeur in other peoples' homes, seeing their things, how they display them, but especially the stories they tell.
"decoration is really about creating a quality of life, and a beauty in that life that nourishes the soul, that makes life beautiful. that's what all this is about, not just what's in and what's out." albert hadley
stuff has a place in our lives; there is nothing wrong with that.
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