My dear friend Angie over at @bobodesignstudio has a piece of her manifesto that really hit home for me. She talks about how the material things we possess highlight both our history, and our dreams.
For a long time, I wanted to take on this minimalistic lifestyle, with no attachment to things. But I quickly realized that’s not me. I like things. I like the memories they hold. I like the memories they give me.
This corner holds some of my favorite memories:
* A photograph by @seeingspotsphoto, my first ever purchase of real, not mass produced art.
* A tiny red dinosaur, hand selected for me by my son.
* Roses from my dad, for Valentine’s Day (and the yellow one is for Ryan, from Grampy).
* A love Note my mom tucked into one of my college care packages.
* A photo of my family from 30 years ago, in the frame it’s been in for 20 years. This photo has been with me everywhere I’ve ever lived.
* A special @anthropologie plate from my dear, dear friend @hellohettiejoan
* A painting I painted 15 years ago, while sitting totally in the dark, painting by candlelight, while battling through my most depressive state ever.
* Pinecones collected from walks with R, gathered in my @sparkleflycandles jar.
* A sweet bracelet from @lelabarker that reminds me of what the place motherhood has in my life.
Whew. Lots of stuff. Lots of memories. What’s one of your favorite possessions? What does it mean to you?