Katxena asked about my “favorite inanimate possession” in a response to a recent post. My first reaction is to say: I have no earthly idea. But then, I’ve never been a ‘favorites’ kind of listmaker. If pressed, I can probably name a favorite color, or band, or shirt, but only if pressed. And my answers might change tomorrow. Instead, I think I tend to have favorite classes or clusters of things. I like rich jewel tones for colors, for example. I prefer spicy or mellow scents in scented candles over fruity or flowery ones. I have a vague preference for Italian red wines (although I’m a fairly omnivorous oenophile). And so on.
So I’ve been noodling on this ‘favorite thing’ question off and on since she asked, and I still don’t know. I feel like I should eliminate computing devices (pry my iPhone from my cold dead hands) and the Lynnievan (although I am very fond of it) from consideration. So let’s see… I love our heirloom hardwood bed we got several years back. I love my Tevas in the summertime. I am a big fan of blankets, but don’t know that I have a particular favorite at the moment. There are a couple of coffee mugs I prefer over all others if they happen to be clean. I love my LL Bean “Wicked Good” slippers and I’m still very pleased with our wedding bands (although they are way overdue for a cleaning and buffing, now that I think about it.)
I am trying very hard of late, though, to be less attached to things. While I don’t think I could ever go full on minimalist, I’m trying to move further in that direction. And I am finding that the more I get rid of, the more I’m comfortable getting rid of. Also, things I’m definitely not a fan of: items that provide no functionality or aesthetic pleasure and simply collect dust. More and more of those are leaving my house.
By the way, in the spirit of not emphasizing ‘stuff’ too much, we didn’t really play up the ‘presents’ aspect of Christmas with TLG this year – although we didn’t ignore it or go out of our way to avoid it either. I considered our approach a success when, on his way downstairs Christmas morning, he was more interested in playing with the broom we’d left out than in pawing through the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree.
Of course, the day after Christmas, he looked at the empty area under the tree and then back at us and said: “More presents, now?” So, maybe just a partial success.
 Don’t get me wrong, I love buying stuff for him and also try to regularly curate his wishlist for other TLG benefactors out there. And he has plenty of toys and books and puzzles. We’re just trying to put off the probably-inevitable materialism as long as we can.