Little things

It's the little things that make up a space. 

Today I was thinking about my room, one of the most significant pieces in my room is my bookshelf. To me one of the most precious things you can own is a book. This way of thinking is a complete credit to my dad who loves books and always has several going at once. So for me my books are special and define certain periods in my life, but my bookshelf does not house books alone. 

My bookshelf is a safe haven for things collected from all over, amazingly without even thinking I have arranged most of these by colour, and I thought I would give you a little look-see into my room:

Sailor Babushka from Southern Highlands

1970s mug from Japan

Red glass jug/jar from Rozelle Markets

Felt toadstool bought by my friend Isobel from Japan

Wooden knitting spool had as long as I can remeber

Japanese money box from Balmain

Green glass bird from Paros in Greece

Blue glass jar from antique and junk shop in Adelaide

Porcelain bird from Adelaide

Doll, I think is Indian given to me as a very small child

Yellow jug from a junk shop in the Blue Mountains

 

Orange pearl mug from a shearing shed in Northen NSW

Little elephant jug from Balmain

Bubble blower from Byron Bay, courtesy of my friend Jess

Gumnut pencil also found by Jess in Griffith, NSW

Collected crucifixes from Mexico, Surry Hills Market and one was a gift

The bookshelf:

I don't think it's easy to explain why we have all these little things in our lives. But they do seem to be more important than simple aesthetics. I hope you have some little treasures too that mean a lot but nothing at all at the same time.