there aren’t many material things in my life that i can’t live without. i mean, i’m not claiming to be Mother Teresa. but there is a reason that my family and Mister Man call me ‘the pauper’. i just don’t buy a lot of stuff. not because i don’t want to. have you seen my pinterest boards? i want. i want much. it’s just that 1) it’s a LOT of work to go shopping. 2) it takes a LOT of patience to go shopping. 3) Mr. Z was raised in a family where the only female was his mother, and does not understand, and sometimes it’s just easier to not.
how cool would it be to be a serious minimalist? like, a fit all your belongings in a suitcase, use the same plate and glasses for every meal, one photograph on the nightstand type of person. that would be pretty cool. very difficult and full of temptation on all sides, but still. think of how many awesome vacations you could take with the money you’d save!
all joking aside though, in my head there is only a very small list of things that i need to keep with me.
- Mister Man (duh, like i wouldn’t put him first)
- my wedding ring
- some pieces of art that i love
- my laptop (because of all the photos! geez, that reminds me, i need to put all of them on the cloud.)
- my jewelry box
my jewelry box belonged to my great grandma lula. it’s really old, i don’t even know how old, i’ll have to ask my grandma. you can see it’s been well-loved. my grandma and each of her daughters have their own replicas of these jewelry boxes, with their names engraved on the top.
by a wonderful stroke of luck, i was the firstborn granddaughter, and so got to take ownership of this treasure when grandma lula passed away. it’s spent most of it’s time with me sitting in the closet at my parents’ house. like i was going to bring it to any of the houses i lived in during college…you’ve seen what those are like. full of gross things and also drunk people who like to steal things.
now that it gets to come live with me and MM, i can keep a better eye on it. and it’s actually functional and holds my special jewelry. of which there isn’t a lot…i’m very picky with what i keep and i like to go on goodwill cleanses and give away half of my accessories on a regular basis. combine that with my whole no shopping habit, and the collection has dwindled quite a bit. but i wear what i got and it looks pretty cute sitting in that beautiful old box.
(that blue beauty up there is from my grandma that i wore on my wedding day. coming full circle here.)
keepsakes are such interesting things. they are things. but they hold so much meaning in them, they feel like a part of you sometimes, you know? whenever i look at this jewelry box, i think about grandma lula, and her brooches and fun clip-on earrings that she kept in here. i think about her and how she wasn’t a minimalist (seashell museum, anyone?). and i think about her and how we ate kfc every time we went to visit her in owatonna, because it was her favorite special treat. that’s what the jewelry box does for me, and i’m so lucky to have it sitting on my dresser keeping me company.