The thing is…. II

19 October 2010

The thing is…. II

The thing is it’s a reminder of him


“The thing is it’s based on my own, I’ve had him for 12 years so I suppose it’s a reminder of him. It was a bit of an accident though, I started out making a purse and then ended up with this!” she giggles. “It usually goes unnoticed, sat on my shelf and I feel a little sad for it. I hope now though others can get enjoyment and it raises a few smiles.”

The thing is it’s my boyfriend’s


25 May 2011

“The thing is it’s my boyfriend’s! He should have been here over three hours ago but hasn’t turned up! I’m starting to think it’s a bad omen. I’d borrowed it from him last night for a party, but the party was awful and I lost my purse. I feel fine about leaving it here but I’m not sure how he will feel!”

The thing is I hate it


“The thing is,” she grimaced, “I hate it, I hate what is represents. The three hours of my life that seem wasted every day. This one is like all the others that loiter in the bottom of my bag each day, a constant reminder of the daily grind. Keep it forever! I’ll have another by tomorrow.”

The thing is now they are of no use whatsoever


“The thing is I bought them for my husband and now they are of no use whatsoever. In fact I found one discarded under the sofa!” she laughed. “I buy one every week, it’s not so much for the money but for the conversation, the what if…! But we never win. If we had I wouldn’t be sat here.”

The thing is it’s the only thing I have ever won


“The thing is,” she said shyly, “it’s the only thing I have ever won. It reminds me of happy memories and old friends, as I no longer go to that dance class anymore. There was half a butterfly in it when we took it down from the shelf, I wish we had left it inside.”

The thing is it’s always had a certain magic about it


“The thing is it’s always had a certain magic about it, a mystery. We kept it for so many years without opening it. We waited until our daughter was old enough to be as curious as we were and then decided it was time. It became part of my own personal museum collection along with the remnants of a millennium firework and a lock of my dad’s hair,” she grinned. ” I feel fine about leaving here without it, but I’m not sure how I feel about leaving it for good, it has so many connotations I had not considered until now.”

The thing is it’s not immediately recognisable


“The thing is it’s not immediately recognisable,” he explained. “I’ve had it for years but even now it brings back such strong memories. I can picture the market where I bought it in Madagascar, from a witch doctor type women seated on the ground surrounded by potions. It’s amazing really when I think how it’s been stuck in my loft for three years and sat on shelf for six or seven years before that. Like most things leaving it behind will be a little sad, especially as it has been with me for so long, but I am glad it is ending up in such a nice place.”

The thing is it enabled me to stay healthy and happy


“The thing is,” he confided, “it enabled me to stay healthy and happy. It wasn’t an emotional thing but life would have been miserable if I hadn’t been able to run and cycle. At home it sits on my dressing table, I always know where it is. I can pick it up and put it in my pocket. It’s nice to play with, smooth edged and reassuring. I won’t feel lost without it, I have another one inside, but I’m proud to be able to bring it and show it to people.”

The thing is, I’m very attached to it


“The thing is, I’m very attached to it,” she confessed. “I collect things, not in an obsessive hoarder way, but if I find something I like I want to hang onto it. It’s been detached from the others, 40 remain, and been placed in a cabinet of curiosities in my bedroom. It stood out because it reminded me of a friend’s name and made me smile. I empathise with what Keith’s trying to do, because I do the same. I leave today, one box short, but not for long – a new collection will soon start to grow.”

The thing is it’s a symbol of mother guilt


“The thing is it’s a symbol of mother guilt,” she said in hushed tones. “I bought it because other mothers have it and if I go to the farm I can’t always borrow someone else’s. I resent it but it’s become a social norm. If I didn’t have it and my child became ill it would all be my fault. It’s a symbol of the changes in social sensibilities to childcare and hygiene, a health and safety attitude. I have one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen, one in the changing bag. I’m quite happy to go home without it.”