Buddhas, cabinets, curios, Julian Barnes, Lewis Carroll, memory
Oh, well, yes, I really do owe Lewis Carroll an apology. Curious curios collected over the years, each one with a story, a memory, even though some of those stories and memories are lost to time, or distorted by time, kind of like a Julian Barnes story.
What we collect, what does that say about us, right? And further, where we place, how we place our little objects, what too does that say about us? It caught my eye; it means something. I must have it, cherish it, forever. It will look just right, right here…
Jeepers, I thought we were about to part company over that Buddha there – I can’t be doing with a Buddha but then you amped it up with a Campari lorry and knick knacks of Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe proportions.
I love the skinny malinky ‘friends”
Now Tabitha, really, the Buddha is kind of benign and harmless, nothing to part ways over. Anyway, you now inspire me to post my collection of Catholic objects, my background, or, as a dear friend says, my ethnicity…
Campari, with soda, and a lime twist, is my harbinger of spring. It is the perfect aperitif for these longer days and warmer suns. In fact, I think that this afternoon, and our correspondence, is the perfect excuse to have one!
Mistress Maddie said:
What an interesting collection of objects! I love the Campari delivery and the bear filming the scene. I have two of those Henny Penny’s, mini ones, in deep red. Have no idea why I liked those. And if your fixin a Campari………
Collectables, what are we supposed to do? Everyone loves the Henny Penny. That love is deeply engrained, instinctual, and basic to being a human. I am fixing a Campari, my dear Maddie…