Friday, October 20, 2006

Possessions are underrated

Money can't buy you love, and things can't make you happy.

That said, some things make me happy. I mean, I look at them, touch them, or play with-- uh, nevermind. The sentiment is true, nonetheless. It's the context that makes one happy.

I have a silver bracelet that is handmade. I don't know where it's from. I bought it from my friend/brother Roderick Zalameda, when he was working at a stand on Queen Street in Toronto. The link, the way the bracelet closes, is a screw. And the screw is handmade too, a silver strand wound around and around in a spiral. Not only is it handmade, it is backwards to the "standard." Lefty-tighty, righty-loosey.

I own many treasures. When someone asks, what are your favorite possessions, I'm at a loss, because I don't rank them. How can I rank them?

What are some of your treasures?


jason evans said...

Your post reminds me of the Art & Crafts movement (turn of the 20th century), which I admire. When a person pours themselves into an object, it becomes something much more. Sometime you should check out the history of Elbert Hubbard (NOT L. Ron) and the Roycrofters. I lived just outside of the town where their campus was located.

bekbek said...

I did some reading. Thanks, Jason. Yes, you hit the nail on the head. It's not just about handmade things -I can appreciate good engineering, too!- but often the most precious things are those that carry their own character with them, and that tends to be a reflection of the hands that did the crafting.

One of my other treasures is a little piano stool. Iron base, wood seat. It's nothing really special in and of itself, although pretty. In this case, part of the beauty is the way I almost fell on my ass when my film friends switched out a restaurant chair and replaced it with the piano stool I'd admired at a local junk store.

Magic happens many different ways.