This week I stumbled across Sian’s From High in the Sky blog and discovered that the first Sunday of each month she hosts Storytelling Sunday Three with the invitation “Pick Your Precious” – to choose some little thing you treasure and celebrate it. I encourage you to head over there to check it out and play along as well.
Of course I was smitten – you know I love the idea of peeking at little treasures. As I was wandering around my house today wondering which of my many treasures wanted to step into the spotlight, I was a bit surprised when this one raised her hand.
A bit of a joke there – about raising her hand, given she IS a hand. Ahem.
I love hands and have collected quite a few over the years, but I remember quite clearly the delight when I found her in a bin at the American Science and Surplus store, home of the strange and wonderful hidden among the simply strange and peculiar and who-would-want-that?! stuff.
Given that I’m clearly not a minimalist and my home is not exactly appropriately expansive given my penchant for collecting, things do tend to have to multi-task around here. Hence she’s holding several other treasures. First there is the awesome glove – gifted to me by a mailart friend in England who was encouraging my fashionista fantasies. Alas the glove lost her mate somewhere, but it hardly matters because her singularity is totally made up by her fabulousity. She’s sheer and embroidered with pink and green squares! Be still my heart. To be honest I think having two such beauties together in the same room would probably burn your eyeballs out so I’m glad there’s only one.
Yet a hand can’t just live by glove alone. No – there must be jewelry!!! And in this particular case we have an exquisite poison ring adornment. Not that we keep poison in the storage area – we prefer tiny tiny treasures – but saying tiny-tiny-treasure ring lacks the certain mystique poison ring conveys. We think it adds a bit of mystique as well having the ring perched up at top of the finger like that. It in no way suggests that the finger is too big for the proper placement of the ring. Perish the thought.
Needless to say it’s always ideal, no matter what the circumstances, to keep one’s head. In this case it happens to be a delightfully rouge-cheeked head. Which is always at hand when needed.
So there you have it. You have to hand it to me – I came armed with treasure. What about you? What’s in your treasure chest? Do tell – you know I love to hear.