Posessions March 10, 2008
Posted by Katie Oh in : Such As , trackback
photo courtesy stephanie willis and her amazing camera. gillian and i went to a party at taaffe on saturday, a western-themed. i, of course, have no western attire. i don’t even own cowboy boots. note my ridiculous-looking hair. oh jeez.
gillian brought up possessions that night. “i don’t really have that many possessions,” she mused as we meandered down the street. i thought about it and agreed. i don’t have much stuff. i have a computer, a cellphone, random hand-me-down furniture [a desk, a table and chairs] that i picked out from the wreckage of the divorce, but aside from that, what do i really have? books, maybe. i don’t know when it will feel like enough. perhaps this is what leads to america’s retail obsession: we feel like we just don’t carry enough mass, have enough things surrounding us to bring us the kind of comfort we seek.
i am not really sure what else i think i need. more books, probably. dishes: jenny brought up dishes in her blog, and i felt like crying. i’ve been looking at fiestaware and corielle, thinking “teal and brown, or teal and pink” and feeling this awful sinking in my gut when i realize that i don’t have a place to store them: no apartment yet, no real space to call my own.
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