Now, let me tell you a little something about these things. First, the paper star…
Given to me by a lovely chap, this beautiful paper handicraft lives in my buffet of curiosities, resting on a yellow plate. It was made by a monk at St. John’s University. I think it has some mathematical significance, but all I care about is the form and the colors.
Next, the bronze birdie. Several years ago I took a bronze casting class with the intention of making as many dead birds as I could (sadly I only made 4). My original specimen came from the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden. I hand-sculpted it in clay before going through the very fascinating process of casting it. This one received a covering of black enamel paint, but my other two are in their natural bronze state (I gave another one away). Unfortunately, trying to cast the legs proved impossible which is a bummer, because they were the most expressive and interesting-looking part. Birds are amazing–it’s too bad it takes death to really be able to hold one in your hand and examine it.
Oh the favorite-est mug! Perfect in form and function. I love the color, the specks, and the dot on top of the handle. My best friend picked this up for me at a pottery fair in Riverside, California so every time I drink from it I think of her. I usually fill it up with the strongest British tea I can find in these parts, PG Tips, with a spot of milk and honey. Once, when I thought a former roommate lost it I was very sad, but luckily the scare was premature.
Lastly, this well-aged playing card is my most historical object. Two or so years ago when I was in the midst of a home improvement project, and the contractor was tearing down walls, he found this little gem between the rafters. The building I live in dates back to 1917, so I like to imagine who might have once owned it and why they stuck it in the wall. Was someone from the past trying to communicate with a future resident, or was this a playing card that got lost in the shuffle. I like that its got an ‘A’ on it too, since that’s my first initial.
If put up for auction, I wonder what kind of value others will assign them. To me they’re priceless.