The Queen(s)

I first salvaged The Queen from my dad's tool shed during one of my first move outs. There she was, sitting on a greasy pile of rags and work lamps, beckoning me with her noble gaze as I heaved boxes of my crud through to the car. How could I leave her, O majestic one?



The Queen waved at my roommate and I for many months in the West End. She developed a cantankerous speech bubble which proclaimed, "Hello, I'm the Queen" to whomever could read the felled piece of paper upside-down. She endured a multitude of rounds of neighbours playing Steal Your Friend's Art, and, even when I had moved out yet left my beloved lady, survived an ex-roomate's dismissal and was claimed five months later from our former appartment's storage room: apparently, even a building manager seems it a crime to throw away The Queen. She exists today behind the same uncleanable glass frame that I found her in, smiling ever so gloriously in faded process inks atop mildew and a flimsy card backing.



The other Queen was given to me at my birthday last year by my dear friend Julia, primarily as a companion to the first. She is smaller, yellowed, wears a strapless gown, and was lovingly taped to card after being cut of a newspaper by an unknown. Both the photos were taken when Her Majesty was quite a young queen.

I wonder what propels individuals to own and display photos of royalty, especially when those people do not live in the United Kingdom? It's a bit of a strange phenomenon. I just like to be reassured that not all Brits have horrible teeth.

Introduction

This morning I woke up too early and I decided to take a long bath. As I was taking this bath I had two thoughts:
I own a lot of stuff.
I need to do something with this stuff.
And all while in the middle of a Douglas Coupland book! Yes, he inspires me to do great, trendy things.

And therefore I decided I was going to start a blog. This blog is an excuse to digitally vignette objects I own in an effort to:

a) pretend that I might own interesting things
b) share banal information about these possibly interesting things
c) feel that in doing so I can get rid of these things that I do not need but continue to hold on to because I have now heralded them above all other possessions of mine, and introduced them to the computer-literate world, and now they exist in a realm that is only as ephemeral as the technology which produces it, and the hearts and memories that embrace it

So it's about decluttering. I suppose it's also just an excuse to pollute the internet with yet another blatherer blathering about bother, but perhaps it may become something more. Unless I get bored. Anyways... we'll see. You are special, my objects. Shine!