I like stuff a lot.I think I have stated here a number of times how I am far from a minimalist. I am perhaps a maxamalist, if such a thing exists. I sometimes feel a little defensive about my love of stuff, of collecting- living in a progressive town like Portland, with a zenned out hippie around every corner, one sometimes grows weary and even a little cranky at the whole minimalist aesthetic you find. I also work in a setting where there is a very rigid notion of what is beautiful and what is not.
When I come home, I want to luxuriate in my packed little domain, in my piles of old stuff. It makes me happy and secure. I am a happy packrat.
Thank goodness I have a whole host of enablers all around me providing me with fuel for my fire!
Rolf is a chemist, so we have a lot of scientific glassware lying around, so recently I started putting little decorative things into the various glass containers sitting in the he basement
I have no idea what their real purpose is.
The ones with the funny little horns are some kind of vacuum, I know that much.
I have chosen to fill one it with an old school Deutsche Mark and the other with a Lira, because the artwork on these bills is beautiful and I have nothing better to do with them, now that the Euro is king.
I also have a little ceramic bust of my dearly departed poodle Teddy Braun, inside what I believe is some other type of vacuum.
The columns and flasks are filled with colored water.
|The Frigidaire Flair!|
|1968 Japanese mug|
I found this fabulous little mug, in my color scheme at Goodwill last week, for $00.99 and it made me deliriously happy for days. I am working hard to find a replacement for our "Flair" stove, but if I can't find a good one, I now know there is a man in his late 80's in St. Helens that could repair mine. Transporting a 350# stove to St. Helens in my station wagon might pose a problem though...