I got the Titanic when I was a very young child at some fair somewhere, because the film had just come out and it was my whole life and I had to have it.
Then found the same guy years later at either Green Man or Glastonbury festival (he goes to both). He makes and sells the boats to fund the restoration of an old water mill. There’s him and another guy sat in their little wagon smoking doobies and listening to boomer rock and having a lovely time. It makes me very calm to see these two little boats and think of them and their restored water mill
I’ve moved so often it makes having objects really tricky. You just get to the point where stuff is hassle and the stuff you do have you want to be really easy to pack.
Just realised that I don’t place any importance on the aesthetic or sentimental value of things. Looked around my whole flat and can’t find a single object which had a story or means anything to me. I’ve got ornaments and stuff, but they’re just from Dunhelm. Think I just see the practicality of things, which is fine, but feel a bit jealous seeing everyone else’s cool stuff.
There’s quite a few in this place - too many to photograph, they’re kind of everywhere you look. Both kids are pretty creative & the tv has even started doing some glassblowing recently as part of her MA
I think my current favourite is the 8yo’s first woodwork effort; mouse & cheese
This painting I got in like 2012 in Barcelona and somehow schlepped all over London for 8 years in and out of various rented places and which my cruel husband hates but we both know the painting will outlive him and have the last laugh
Think I’m even worse than that in lots of things I have up are just stuff I buy off gumtree and places with the intention to sell because they are bargains.
Like Poole pottery and glassware I am indifferent to….
