Jan at the Prytz Family is hosting this week's Fun Monday, and she wants to know:
What is the quirkiest thing in your home that you will never give away?
Now this seemed easier than I thought when I signed up.
Collecting things is my second nature I guess, and over the years a lot of "stuff" has found it's way to our home. We started from scratch, my husband and I and we loved searching flea markets and antique shops. Corkscrews, eggcups, vintage kitchen utensils, you name it, we collected it.
Over the years I grew very attached to those findings and I don't think there is much I would want to part with.
So I thought it would be easy to come up with something to show and tell about?
But it was the "quirky" bit that worried me.
Sure, there are some strangely designed corkscrews around, and I could have come up with a Manneken Piss corkscrew or something, if it wasn't for the fact that I already parted with that one! We sold part of that collection and the ones we decided to keep do not fit into that category, so ...
And then there is my doll. I shaped her out of modelling clay and months after she was finished our next door neighbour noticed she had six fingers on one hand. Six fingers could qualify as quirky perhaps and I would never ever want to give her away, but still, that was not what I was looking for either. So I kept looking for something more interesting. Or more quirky.
This morning when I woke up, I had a light bulb moment.
There he was! The one that I've been looking for and wrecking my brains about all week!
He lives in our bedroom.
His colours have faded and he has been collecting dust since I bought him in the eighties.
If I put him in my washing machine I will surely ruin him.
The red nose, his red clothes, it's a recipe for disaster.
So no, he has never been washed since I have him. NEVER!
I bought this little prisoner to decorate the furnished apartment I had fled to when I left my ex husband. I had met my current husband but my parents did not approve of that relationship and the upcoming divorce at that time and they gave us a very hard time. My father worked as a prisoner guard, and the prisoner doll was a little joke between my husband and I.
I even wrote his own prisoner number on his chest. It was the date of the day we fell in love.
He was our mascot and I could never give him away. He has been in the bin between the laundry more than once, but I can never find it in my heart to put him in the machine because I'm sure it would kill him!
I did a photo shoot with him this morning, so these are also my pictures for today.
Visit Gail and find more pictures Thru my Eyes 2009 here.
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