home is other people's things.
Washing up yesterday at my new place and it struck me that one reason I'm so attached to things is that they remind me of people. The metal spatula used to be ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fop's and the tea set reminded me of my tea party. The silver teapot was given to me by bex_x3d and the ice cream glass was from having Italian with jamieyk. The bird dish was a Christmas present from angelthorn. The grill pan made me think of my cousin who loved making fry-ups, the coloured parfait spoons reminded me of sharing ice cream with just about anyone who stopped by, and the mugs reminded me of everyone who I've ever made a cup of tea for.
It occurs to me now that I like sharing my space with other people just as much as I like having it to myself. So come see me soon, people, and bring on the sleepovers!
fop's and the tea set reminded me of my tea party. The silver teapot was given to me by bex_x3d and the ice cream glass was from having Italian with jamieyk. The bird dish was a Christmas present from angelthorn. The grill pan made me think of my cousin who loved making fry-ups, the coloured parfait spoons reminded me of sharing ice cream with just about anyone who stopped by, and the mugs reminded me of everyone who I've ever made a cup of tea for. It occurs to me now that I like sharing my space with other people just as much as I like having it to myself. So come see me soon, people, and bring on the sleepovers!