It was suggested to me by the man I love the most that I take pictures of all the crap I own. While it’s true that I own an incredible archive of useless junk, I don’t know that this suggestion was because of the sheer awesomeness of it or as a way to embarrass me into getting rid of at least half of it. That won’t happen, but I did think it would be pretty fun to document all my stuff.
First, let me explain. I don’t throw my stuff out. Ever. I have pretty much every birthday card since day one, all personal mail, pay stubs, drawings, recipes and pictures cut out of magazines and newspapers, photographs, toys, knick knacks, toys, clothes, fabric, yarn, patches, stickers, makeup, buttons, belts, books, tea towels, deodorant and toothpaste, shoes, and then some. And what’s strange is that my mother is the least sentimental person in the world. I will give her a gift for her birthday in June and she will re-gift it back to me by Christmas*. Some people say it’s because I am a Taurus and we lean towards hording, and if that’s true then I am a true Taurus. Although, strangely, I am not headstrong. No. I am NOT. I think I picked this habit up from my grandmas who both had lots of cute little things in their houses. Plus when I was a kid I had very few toys, and the ones I did have, I treasured deeply.
Also embarrassing, when I see other people’s collections of stuff I get nervous and jealous. I worry that they have better stuff or more stuff. Terrible!
Ok, first in the new series: Ticket stubs. This is by no means every ticket stub ever, but it’s a great cross section of shows I have seen. When I was younger I went to a lot of rock shows, but I never paid for any of them, so I never really had any ticket stubs to show. These I keep in my professional opera makeup kit (!) for no real reason, but if I do want to find them, I always know where they are.
They date from 1996, when I saw Electra at the COC. There’s my Mudhoney ticket when I met Flea for the first time, Cabaret, Blood for Blood and Otello. It’s certainly a great cross section. If you wonder where my 2 ticket stubs from the times I saw Prince, don’t worry, they are kept in special spots. And the Neil Young stub is somewhere.
*Not entirely true. But sort of.