So, about that.

So I decided that I dislike it when other people don't post for a long time because it cuts down on my online reading material. Therefore, in an attempt to not be accused of hypocrisy- I decided that I'd better post something. Seeing as it has been a while.

There is not anything terribly interesting going on in my life at the time. I'm working 40 hours and week and coming home in the evenings completely exhausted. I got rid of my old roommates (honestly, it was about time) and I have 2 new ones moving in. This past weekend was stressful because I had to go through cleaning checks, the carpets were cleaned, and I had to do other various things in my apartment to prepare it for new roommates. One has already moved in and is absolutely hilarious- I like her already. The other one will be here soon and she is adorable (I've met her before).

I realized today that I inherited my mother's love for trinkets and figurines. I simply never connected my trinket love to my mother's figurine love. My mother has always gone through phases where she heavily collects things. First I remember it was porcelain dolls. We had tons and tons of them. All over the house. She has a curio cabinet full of them and has them displayed in various places. However, after a number of years she moved on to a second love. A figurine set called "Santa Village." Don't bother googling this particular collection- I tried to google so I could link you to a picture and I couldn't find a single thing. Probably because they discontinued them. The next major collection has been one called "Charming Tales" they are absolutely adorable, but my mother has FAR too many of them. Now, she has started on a slightly more expensive collection of things made by a sculptor that she is fond of. I cannot remember his name- but his pieces come with a price. He does all sorts of things though. Christmas, Halloween, etc, and my mom loves them.

Now, don't get me wrong- I'm in no way condemning my mom. Her beautiful decorations have made the houses that we've lived in into beautiful and tasteful homes. My mom is a very talented woman who has an eye for decoration. She does wonderful themed parties, she makes and keeps our home looking gorgeous with decor that matches the season (tasteful shells during the summer, pumpkins and spooky candelabras during October, exquisite and homemade flower arrangements for every season, and a house full of decorations that would rival any movie star's professionally done home during the Christmas season). But I've got to confess something: I think my mom's habits have rubbed off on me!

I was looking at my room today and I realized that while I do not collect particular collections, I do collect trinkets. A marble dolphin from the Bahamas, pink sand from Bermuda, shot glasses from San Diego and St. Marco Island, a wooden duck from Campus Craft and Floral to remind me of the good times at the Botany Pond, peacock feathers from the Hare Krishna temple, a few shells that I found on the beach in the gulf of Mexico, a plaque that says "Life is Good" on it, a mini Statue of Liberty from New York, a native sculpture thingy from Mexico of a guy playing some sort of horn, and the list goes on and on! I display these trinkets in my room to remind me of all the fun times I've had. Recently I was talking to a friend and she declared that I have far too many trinkets and I should think about getting rid of some. But a love for little material things that are pleasing to look at has been instilled in me. Yes, I took my mother's habit and tweaked it so that it suits my personality- but I still attribute this habit of mine to her. Perhaps when I am older and have more money, I'll see her traditions come out in me in a more pure form. (Aka: maybe I'll start collecting things that are more along the lines of what she likes to collect!) I bet she'd like that actually...