Knick-knacks, baubles, trinkets, gewgaws, ornamentals, conversation pieces, junk, crap, stuff, collectibles, treasures, sh!t, novelties, doodads or tchotchkes. Call them what you will, it all amounts to the same thing. All these words are used to describe small, worthless objects. Are they really worthless? Personally? Yes, there is an element of that because something that is worthless has no real value. The reason I say, 'there is an element of that' is because what is worthless to me is/may not be worthless to you.
This is a photograph of my little tchotchke shelf. It's nothing to you but a shelf of junk right? That's okay. It's my shelf. Let me tell you why it's in my kitchen. Let's begin at the beginning, The Shelf. The Shelf was made my husband, Russell, just to hold my tchotchkes. It's my tchotchke Shelf. It has worth. It has worth to me. Period. See all the stuff on the shelf? Each piece means something to me. The roosters I bought because they remind me of my childhood. (My mother, Ellen and grandmother, Mary, always had a rooster somewhere in their kitchens.) The little bells were collected from yard sales or trips abroad so they make me think of travel and I love the happy tone they make. The iron things are for my husband who loves all things iron because his father was an iron worker and they make him think of America. The frog has a rose from our garden in its mouth, so I think of the outdoors. The glass clown is for my grandfather, John, who always loved clowns. The drawing of the hummingbird was made by our daughter, Alyssa, when she was very little and brings me back to those days of being a young mother. The chick salt and pepper shakers are sweet and make me think of Russ and I and love in general. The weather vein was my mother-in-law, Jan's and Russ grew up with that around so I like to have a piece of his childhood to look at and reflect upon too. These are some of the reasons "why" The Shelf (and all the stuff on it) are in my kitchen.
See? Junk to you, treasures to me. Crap to you, joyful thoughts to me.
Any object is just that, an object. An object is nothing; it's just, well, junk. Your knick-knacks, baubles, trinkets, gewgaws, ornamentals, conversation pieces, junk, crap, stuff, collectibles, treasures, sh!t, novelties, doodads or tchotchkes have meaning to you and are not just objects, they have worth. It's the same with my objects; otherwise, without meaning, it's just junk. Throw it out if it has no meaning to you. Please! Gather up the junk to make room for the treasures!
We call them "tchotchkes." We call them "crap." But really, they are like little bits of love.
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