Confession time: I am someone who loves little things—call them knickknacks, tchotchkes, whatever—and my house is filled with them. They make me feel cozy, and not surprisingly I think the sparse, modern style is cold and uncomfortable. Everywhere I look in my house, there is something that makes me smile, and here is a small sample of what’s tucked in various rooms.
There is a lovely blue wall ornament that my blogging friend Shari made and sent to me.
A little wolf given to me by my friend Beth.
A handmade glass ornament given to me by mother, who has been dead for ten years. Whenever I look at it, I think of her.
A glass bluebird, given to me by my son-in-law, Mike, sitting in a woven basket given to me by my friend Judy.
A pottery bowl, with my favorite shape—the spiral—given to me by my daughter Dee.
There is a pattern here, I know. These little things were given to me by other people, and they were chosen thoughtfully. All of them are handmade by somebody, if not the person giving me the gift, and this is true of many of the little things I have tucked here and there.
Time for some qualifications. I understand a dirty, cluttered home can feel as uncomfortable as a sparse one. I also understand that there can too much of a good thing, and in fact, nowadays, I hardly ever bring in anything to add to my collection of little things. Finally, I understand that from an environmental point of view, buying too much stuff is not good at all.
But bucking the current trend of decluttering, I will not be getting rid of my little things—which bring me so much pleasure—anytime soon.