fmr*oi in exile

my hilarious pal on her new site: biglittleowl

Little Things in my Home that have Literally Fallen Through the Cracks

OR…things that are absolutely small enough to choke on but which miraculously cause no harm

• push pins for the cork board - needed to keep life in order
• teeny tiny beads in a jar from a thousand broken, and cried-over, necklaces and bracelets - holding ont these for making future jewelry projects
• foam stickers - useful in the decoration of cards, masks and princess tiaras
• jewelry - that I used to find the time to rotate on my person for the purpose of adornment
• ceramic interpretations of blond hair broken off from a sculpture project made by Ella - when hell freezes, you will find me gluing it back on
• a single red die - from an anonymous board game
• many, many random board-game pieces shaped like disks (hello? can’t anyone think of another shape?)
• a small collection of erasers shaped like butterflies and rainbows - that I hope are not the beginning of a lifelong hoarding issue
• the severed head of my Nepalese medicinal Buddha statue, brought to me by a colleague who is originally from the tiny mountain town where Marc and I had our first fight. We failed to reach the temple he had marked for our day-trip because I was a whiny mountain climber.  The head used to go missing for long periods of time in my office and finally, I moved offices and replaced the desktop Buddha with a Buddha head.  I researched throwing away a broken Buddha statue, and it is simply. not. done.  You are supposed to take that broken sucker with you to the grave. Amen.  It now sits atop a pile of books stored on an invisible shelf on our bedroom wall…
• the feet of the broken Tinkerbell statue - we recently were able to convince Ella to part with the statue but somehow she left her feet behind. Strange, really, because she really only ever flits around on her wings…
• coins…everywhere.  why? I do not know. Thank goodness for Ella’s school’s Penny Harvest!
• miniature accessories that may once have belonged to my little pony or strawberry shortcake, including but not limited to many combs that never seem to bring order
• broken pieces of crayons from all the high-impact drawing that goes on around here. I am waiting for a rainy day to make a beautiful multicolored mega-crayon out of the leftover pieces!
• TEENY TINY shells and pebbles picked up from our travels and stuffed in pockets - good reminders of leisurely strolls on the beach, except when they end up in soap dishes or coffee mugs.