My dirty little secret (and other unlikely things in my possession)

Look at it.  Loooooook into the tiny painted on eyes of the cherub.  Be hypnotized by it's saccharin cuteness and incomprensible ability to keep you staring, although you know that the right thing to do would be to look away.

This is my husband's most hated possession of mine.  Every time we move and he sees me put it into a box he begs for me to put it into the bin instead.  He's done this sort of begging 6 times now and still, yes still, the cherub/kitty/music box survives.  Why?  Why you ask, well I shall tell you.

My step dad is a very interesting, wonderful character indeed.  He has tattoos galore, sometimes sports the long hair, is a former biker, former railroad worker and has even jumped from a train to avoid serious injury or possible death.  He gave this cherub/kitty music box to me one Christmas not so long ago.  I love to think of this man, in all of his rough exterior glory finding this little angel, carrying it to the check out desk and telling the nice lady behind the till that this is for his daugther in the UK.  It is because of that image in my head, that I will never part from this very unlikely possession.

To be honest, everything on my Glue It To My Husband's Bedside Table list is something that I dearly love.  (Thus the reason for the water soluble glue). 

The Flagephant was a gift from my mother.  I know she must have felt like her Christmasses had all arrived at once when she found this gem.  When I was younger, I collected elephants.  I think she remembered this and well, to find one decoupaged to within an inch of its life in an American flag, how perfect could a gift be! I didn't grow up with my Mom.  I visited her a couple of months every summer, so really, any attempt to try to figure me out and what I like, I greatly applaud. 

As for the Hay Heart, I received this from a good friend of mine in Switzerland.  The knitted duck is from the guerilla knitting event from last year's Maker Fair in Newcastle and the small painted elephant is from a recent trip to Turkey.

Do you have anything in your posssession that would make people think 'Wait...What?!  You own that?'

 

Comments

[Rhiannon]

Great to hear the stories behind the objects. Are we getting near 40 yet ? Hmmm I suspect I also have a lot of objects that would make people raise their eyebrows

.....one that comes to mind is a rather crudely carved wooden chap - a tiny bit over a foot high ! He's probably a shepherd as he has a crook. And he's not painted, but his eyes are burned which makes him look quite scary.

I realise this is worthless without an image !

Why I have him, and why he will coming along when I next move house...

He was carved by an amazing old man in rural northern Romania. A folk artist who has a garden full of huge wooden sculptures. But what he has also done is round up all the local children to perform dances for visitors. When a bus arrives in the village the kids know to run over to his house straight away.
There was a kind of real contact between locals and visitors that was very special.
And also brought some much needed funds into the village.

So that's why - the old shepherd stays !

[Adrienne]

I think that if your tat has some emotional significance, then it gets elevated to the status of keepsake!

I have a "treasure box" which contains such riches as, an elephant shaped padlock, a brass fishing float, a blue bird's egg packed in cotton wool inside a midget gems box that I've had since I was 12, melted aluminium foil dropped in water, assorted 1/4 inch ceramic square tiles also held on to since the age of around 12, bits of iridescent hexagonal metal from my the lab in my dad's old office, a half inch high white plastic mouse standing on its back legs with one broken ear.... Anyway, you get the idea. Oh, I also have four music boxes, one of which is metal with rose patterns embossed all round the outside, and blue roses on the silk covered lid. It plays The Music Box Dancer, of course, and came from the music box shop in the Burlington Mall in Burlington MA around 1987. And the lid is broken.

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i think my mom would love this. she actually has a closet full of angel figurines!