I've just had a massive clean up, I call them "audits" when I go through my house room by room and clean up all the bits and crap and stuff. Then when each room has been "cleansed", I mentally shut the door on it and vow that it will forever stay in this condition and that if anyone even thinks of leaving a soccer sock or a piece of lego or half a McDonalds toy lying around, their life will simply be not worth living. Of course this state only lasts until the first sock/lego/McDonalds toy is left around, soon to be joined by any others, then 6 months rolls around and the process starts again.
However this morning as I was virtuously dusting I came across a couple of precious little knick knacks that my Nana left to me. My sister and I used to stay at our grandparents house often
Now the Sister is notorious for using her status as the "Eldest" for claiming all the best stuff (hi Sister, you know I'm saying this with warmth and love), and my 8 year old self, must have mentioned to Nana that I would "really like that ballet slipper" when she died. Charming. They must have had an adult chuckle over my nerve, because before long, my name was secured on the bottom of my ornament. The fact that the Sister scooped the lovely art deco'y plates and oak blanket box didn't worry me when they both passed away, as I got my ballet slipper. And the reason why this is one of my favourite things is the fact it has my Nana's handwriting on it. Captured forever, to be passed to my children and theirs - not the ornament so much , but the handwriting. The Sister has a book of mum's recipes, we both get comfort from seeing our mum's very distinctive handwriting. Here's a tip Peeps, keep something of your loved ones with their handwriting on it. Ok? That's really important.
My mum had a collection of dried flowers and leaves that she'd pressed in a large book. I took a few of these and had them framed. I love this.
And here's my Ted, he's almost 45 and in not bad knick! He's always had womanly hips and thighs, and many have criticised him for that (you know who you are). But he's having the last laugh, as other ted's with less padding around their hips are collapsing inwards, with their stuffing disintegrating, and being kept artificially supported by dresses or sleeping bag things that they've been forced to wear so they don't just turn into a head. (once again, hi, you know you you are Edward Bear). I once bawled my eyes out for my Ted as he swung wildly around with his ears pegged to the clothes line in a cold Dunedin southerly storm, after I'd puked on him one night. I always swore I'd walk over coals for him, but now that I'm a mum, I'll probably save my soles for my kids. But he still has pride of place on my bedroom chair.
What are your favourite things and why?