Things of value

 I recently had a conversation with my high school friends about the value we assign our possessions, after recounting the disappointing day I had trying to clean cat poo from a chair. It wasn't the fact that the front hall chair had any meaning for me, and as my daughter pointed out, we should be grateful for our health and the fact that we have these little fur-babies to keep us company. 

It got me thinking though... why do we look at some of our things and make such a big fuss if something happens to them?  A lot of the time it was the time and effort made to make the decision of that purchase, sometimes it was because it was a hand-made irreplaceable object and sometimes, the memories of where, when & with whom we were with when we obtained the object makes us cry tears of real emotional pain when our dog vomits on it.

I'd like to catalogue some of these items here in this blog. It might be just for me, but who knows, maybe years from now, my children will decide to keep an object handed down to them from me based on this knowledge, instead of assigning it to a future scrap heap.