1. What is your most prized material possession?
Hands, down, that would be Samantha Jones, my dear little car.
Tying for second would be my gaggle of collections: CD collection, Garfield collection and my cobalt glass collection.
2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest?
My couch, I suppose. It cost too much and the story behind it is too hysterically painful to tell, but I love it so. At my old apartment, I slept on it every night. Now I use it once a month, if that.
3. Are you a packrat?
Yes. No doubt about that!
4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum?
As the word “prefer” is used in the question, I prefer a house with not a speck of dust, a spot of mold or a crumb of food within view of a magnifying glass. Unfortunately, it’s difficult and tiring to keep up with the apartment I have right now, so as long as the place is tidy enough, I try not to be too disgusted with its, um, lived-in quality. I try very hard to keep from going apeshit over certain stuff, but some days, it’s inevitable. I’d love a museum! I can’t wait to be able to afford to hire a maid, because it will happen someday.
I acquire lots of paperwork, as I do a lot of writing, researching, collecting of inspiring stories, etc. I love that I can keep a lot of stuff on computer, yet I unfortunately have a lot of paper records (just in case!). I hate my clutter, but it’s a necessary evil, as storage space is limited.
5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture of knick-knacks here and there?
I spent a decade collecting black wrought-iron and black-lacquer furniture, and all of my knickknacks are cobalt blue glass, black wrought-iron and/or shiny silver. And I love silver, sparkly stars and moons. Even the shower curtain was cobalt blue with sparkly silver stars! Unfortunately, most of my pretty stuff is in boxes or otherwise hidden or neglected, so my theme has been kind of lost as of late. I guess my theme now is, sadly, clutter and crap (the crap being provided by Maddie, as she pooped in my doorway last night, not for the first time. 😉
