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I’ve had this mug for almost 4 years, ever since I filled my dorm with a plethora of thrift store items in my freshman year in an attempt to make it slightly less prisoncell-esque. In those four years, it has become one of my favorite possessions (sorry for the sentimentality). It has a mystique and a mystery about its origin and who made it/why they did, and why it ended up in an Appleton thrift store. What I really like about objects like this is that they point very directly to a distinct story (with the eyes and it being in a thrift store), but that story is completely unknowable and always will be. |
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While I took some more photos of this Freud-Winnie the Pooh pinata after I brought it back to my room, nothing really beats the way I originally found it. I think this object speaks to me in a similar way to the mug. It must have had a story (a very specific story), but it also must have outlived its usefulness (whatever that might have been). The whole idea of a forgotten or discarded item really can say a lot, from the Sigmund-pooh pinata to the free books in the library that no one checked out for twenty years, something about them has outlived their cultural usefulness, and while I might never know quite what that was, it still sparks something. |
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| These bird scissors came to me rather serendipitously as I was taking a walk right after our class on Wednesday. They were in the mud in the middle of city park, after washing them, I realized how high quality and beautiful they really were. I don’t have quite as much to say about these as my other two items, but the fact that I found such an odd object right after we finished class felt like fate, and I just had to include them. |
