The things we think are precious
I can’t remember when The Commander bought the Owl Soup Bowl. Given the design, I’m gonna guess it was when I was a teenager or young adult. I don’t know where she bought it but I’m sure she didn’t pay much for it so probably some discount store or tourist trap in Sault Ste. Siberia. I don’t remember it being used as a soup bowl and, for that matter, I don’t know why she only bought one. What it has been used for in my memory is to hold sewing pins. The Commander used it for a while before giving it to me when I went to college or wherever.
Under my care, it lost its handle but it remained the favored receptacle for sewing pins at The Landfill and I must’ve given it to my mouse at some point although when I received this photooo today I could swear I thought I had recently seen it in the Landfill Dungeon. Do I have a ghost down there 👀? Apparently the handle-less one broke catastrophically in a tragic accident a few months ago. She set up an eBay alert (no clue how she found it on there!) and now she has TWO! With intact handles!
As valuable as this item is, at least to some of us, it would’ve been okay if it couldn’t have been replaced. The Commander would have agreed with that. When Lizard Breath was a wee tot, The Comm gave her a ceramic cow pitcher and said, “WHEN it breaks, I’ll get you a new one.” It did eventually break but I don’t think it was Lizard who broke it. I have a vague memory of mouse standing at the sink happily swinging it around and yes, it broke. Also. No, I shouldn’t have let her play with that at the sink since it was breakable and she could’ve been hurt. Bad Mother.
A while ago, I posted something on here about saving stuff just because it once belonged to someone. This humble artifact did in fact once belong to someone but it also has a little bit of history, now multi-generational.
P.S. Photo credit to 🐭
August 2nd, 2021 at 5:56 pm
It’s hard (perhaps impossible?) for me to get rid of items with a story behind them.
August 2nd, 2021 at 7:22 pm
I have acquired some stuff lately that I have no idea what I’m going to do with. (ugh the sentence structure, and yet I’m too tired to re-write it)
I’ll do something, and maybe some of it will be tossed, which is just fine.