I love collage. I have no talent in the making of them, but I love them nonetheless. Special appreciation, too, when they reflect a person’s identity. Who they are at their core.
This bulletin board hangs in my office and I’m not sure there’s anything in my house that reflects Carol more. Ok, maybe my kitchen. But still.
There’s a photo of my father with me on the ferry to Alcatraz in the mid-1990s and a heart with my name on it that my mom gave me. She was fond of giving me things emblazoned with my name, as if I would forget it.
The patron saint of procrastination is also nearby, along with a photo of my beautiful, sweet late cat, Tyler. Those two items are not related.
There’s a card that one of my nephews sent me, a tassle I got in Morocco. Sweet notes from my husband. Zentangles done by a friend. My hopes and dreams for the 2008 election in a bumper sticker. The program from the memorial service of a BFF. A tiny wedding picture from our first time around.
A nod to my 1960s vibe, accompanied by my favorite fortune cookie fortune. Isn’t that the best fortune cookie message ever?
More 60s stuff and of course, my entry ticket to the beautiful Taj Mahal on that amazing trip to India just a few years ago. And yeah, typewriters, everywhere because yeah, I write. All. of. the. time.
And then, there’s this. Whether it’s remarrying my first husband 27 years after our divorce, moving to California where I didn’t know a soul, or fly-fishing in Montana, I’m always up for something out of the norm. Crazy idea? I’m IN!
So is there something in your home that just screams YOU? A window to your identity? I want to hear about it.