Hikaru Dorodango

I can't tolerate bric-a-brac. Maybe I developed this attitude from growing up in a family of pack rat antique dealers, or maybe it's because as a pet owner, I can't own anything breakable and expect it to stick around long. As it is, too much stuff makes me edgy.

To ward off "home decor" wedding gifts, I insisted on Home Depot gift cards instead. It worked; I only recieved one scalloped candy dish, which I will never ever use and which now sits in the back of a cupboard.
But today I discovered what might just compel me to hang a shelf lined with useless objects:



Hikaru Dorodango