Ten things that make me happy by existing.

[cadhla]

Yesterday's glee over my new My Little Pony purse caused me to stop and contemplate physical belongings -- what I have, what I've acquired on purpose, what's been given to me -- and realize that sometimes, what gives me joy is entirely out of proportion with how much effort went into obtaining it. These are ten things that make me happy by

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[vaspider]

*ROBE HUG*

I'm glad you feel that way - that's how the gift was intended. ;)

I may have to make a full LJ post about this. Hmmm.

[kyrielle]

The aerial photo of the house I largely grew up in, when several beloved trees (since removed for various reasons) were still there. I can still imagine that, somewhere inside the house in that photo, there is a little girl playing, and her mother is doing something about the house. (It's not perfect: Dad's car is gone, so I can't imagine him there. But I think he would have been at work, and that's not such a bad thing either, because that was a day when he'd be home again at the end

[canadianevil]

I have a Cthulhu plushie that I named Bob-Cthulhu to differentiate him from Benji-Cthulhu who sits on my desk. Bob sits on top of my monitor with his bodyguard of ninja rubber ducks (named Tiffany and Candi) and the dreaded Doom Puppy Beanie Baby Luke and his dark rider, Dread Knight Sydney Bristow.

I love all of them to pieces.

Also, I have a pillow that I have slept on every night I've been at home for the past seventeen years. It is encased in two other pillow cases. When I got it, it was blue velvet with my name on it in rickrack. Most of that has worn off now, but I still can't sleep without it. I love it forever.

[naamah_darling]

I'm so amused! I have a Little Flitter sitting on my bookshelf right beside me. When I took my ponies back from my parents a couple of years back, she was one of only a handful I decided to keep out. She was always one of my favorites. She really is adorable.

I don't know what I cherish most. I have a lot of stuff.

Obviously, the computer, mp3 player, and notebook are where most of my life is, so I love those.

I love Aubrey Bunnsley, my stuffed rabbit, and I can't sleep without him.

I have a silver Celtic knotwork hair tie that I adore, and have twice lost and been just sick over it.

I love my skull collection, but most especially Thane and Violet, a gray wolf and a spotted hyena, respectively. I dote on them.

I have a great honkin' shoebox of pirate treasure, made up of fake plastic gemstones and replica coins and costume jewelry and so forth. Yes, I play with it. It makes my inner eight-year-old happy.

I have one of the leather jackets worn by Michael Sheen/Lucian in Underworld. It gives me such tingly joy. It is

[elucreh]

I have the Three Wise Monkeys statues that my brothers gave me for Christmas one year, entirely without prompting. The Three Wise Monkeys are my mascot, and the fact that my brothers recognised that fills me with happiness.

I have the Hufflepuff robes I made myself for the premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and which I subsequently wore to the Witching Hour Ball. They were largely a group effort--friends helped me pin and stitch while we all watched Supernatural for the first time, in fact--and I have several zillion good memories from wearing them.

I have a tiny ceramic pretend-sandcastle from a beach vacation when I was ten or eleven...for a five-dollar cheap souvenir, it's remarkably beautiful. I gave it to my muse to live in.

I have the yarn cat my great-grandmother made me when I was three or four.

I have the gilt-bound edition of Pride and Prejudice that the first teacher I really became friends with gave me at the end of the year, with an inscription from her in the front