In a little studio apartment like mine, it seems absurd to waste perfectly good shelf space on frivolities and fripperies, and yet that's exactly what I've done...and it makes me happy every day.
All my other shelves are packed to the gills with books, photos, magazines, art and craft supplies, and even clothes, but this little one by the window has escaped my ruthless efficiency. Instead of the ample amount of British novels it would be more than capable of wrangling, it holds an ever-changing display of gifts from loved ones.
From left-to-right we have: a chocolate Matryoshka from Sarah, an origami bird Emily left me when she stayed at my apartment (along with flowers and a bottle of wine!), a fabulous kitty thank-you card from Kelly, a Sicilian marzipan box from Michelle (the marzipan is long gone), fool's gold from Leah (by the artist Stephanie Syjuco), a little paint sculpture made for me by the artist Leah Rosenberg, a charming pincushion (hey, I bought that one for myself!), birthday tiara from Leah, gold glitter from Crystal of Violet Sweet Shoppe, silver edible glitter from Leah, a handmade iPhone (signifying the gift of a real one) from Brian, awesomely packaged violet gum also from Leah, and a magical ceramic slipper also from Crystal.
Do you have a spot like this in your home, a place just for amazing objects that remind you of the even more-amazing people who gave them to you?