I'm awfully selective about souvenirs. Sometimes I buy a handful of beads. Sometimes I buy postcards of famous works of art rather than waiting in line for two hours behind hoards of German, American, and Japanese tourists. These wind-chimes seemed like a good idea at the time. Cute shop. Downtown Hamburg. Made in Deutschland. Right price. Right price. Right price.
I neglected to think through the logistics of carting around ceramics in a backpack for three weeks
People have varying levels of comfort with my trash obsession. My parents take it as affirmation that I'm indeed their progeny. My boyfriend finds it amusing (to a point). My friends find it heroic. Endearing. Funny. Amusing. Cool. Interesting. However you want to put it, most people are on-board with my hobby of choice.
One roommate, however, found it down right contemptible. To avoid hostilities I used to have to tell her I was going "shopping" on trash collection night.
The number of iterations of van Gogh's "Starry Night" in this world makes me shudder. Van Gogh's "Starry Night" with an inspirational quotation scrawled below has to be some kind of wall art abomination. Google it if you have your doubts.
The number of accessories I buy is directly proportional to the number on my bathroom scale. One can never be too hefty for a pair of earrings, and they surely don't make you cry when you're shopping for them.
Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.
Earrings, rings, and bracelets: All less than $2 each, most less than $1. From yardsales, H&M, and Kohls.
Seasonal merchandise is not my friend. And I make a fuss about this. To everyone. Yesterday I saw a St. Patrick's day lei, melamine Valentine's shot glasses, and some hiddeous rabbit thing that I assume was associated with the resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth.
It's my shameful secret that I have 24 Christmas ornaments strung along my window.
Despite my miserable grade in undergrad statistics, I know that the probability of me winning a chess game is precisely 0. My ability to concentrate is the square root of embarrassment, my patience is an imaginary number, my enjoyment of the game is a null space. But damn, I love the way that chess box looks.
Tin: $.10 at rummage sale
Letter box: $3 at yard sale
Wooden chess box & pieces: Brought back from Hungary by my sister
I've wanted a bowl chair since I lived in an ovary. I lurked around Pier 1 so much I had stalker status. When it was closed, I used to smush my face against the windows. You know in the movies when lovers run across the fields to each other? yup, that's me and this chair.
Chair frame: Ultimate roadside find
Cushion: Fattie shed and threw up on it so Lesley didn't take it with her.
"You have the patience of Job." I've heard that more than once. This occasion was 5 hours into an Italian-Ecuadorian wedding. The only guest I knew, my boyfriend, made sweet love to the open premium bar. Then he made even sweeter love to the dance floor - wearing above sombrero.
Sombrero: Courtesy of $20k Woodbridge all-inclusive wedding package
"Erin, the next time you take up a new hobby don't tell your mother." My dad after going through airport security with nothing but a change of clothes, a suitcase full of knitting needles, and a hazmat suit. Don't ask about the hazmat suit.
Heaps of yarn & full set of knitting needles: $1 (shout out to big momma's yard salen' skillz)
If I could do it all over again I'd be tempted to pick my religion based on its artistic merits: Hindus have the most kick-ass gods, Islamic calligraphy and ceramics make my eyes juice up a little bit, Buddhists get to drape rainbow prayer flags all over the place, and let's not even start about how Jews protect the Torah - with beads, velvet, and outta control embroidery.
"Where does the pink tint end and the orange begin? Distinctly we see the difference of the colours, but where exactly does the one first blending enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity." Herman Melville (except he said violet instead of pink . . . whatever).
Boxes: $1 each
Jars: $3/set at auction
Candle holders (if you're a girl) // Rocks glasses (if you're a boy): $1 each