June 15, 2011

We'll Take What We Can Carry And We'll Leave The Rest

Cleaning out my office, I've thought about what William Morris so wisely said: "Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful."

Intellectually, I subscribe heartily to the wisdom of that statement.  Nevertheless, I've got piles of stuff that is useless and is ugly and which I'm loath to part with.  I'd make a lousy Pre-Raphaelite.

Do I need the wind-up luggage?  (Yes, wind-up luggage.  I got it free with an Archie McPhee order, the rest of which I'm sure was every bit as practical.)  No, I do not need the wind-up luggage.  But maybe there is room for the entertaining as well as the beautiful.  Home it goes.

Do I need the brick fragments in my desk?  They are unlovely and impractical, like the building they were part of.  I will hold on to my little relics of DesPlaces Hall, always.

Do I need the wire basket that used to contain Christmas goodies from a vendor?  Uh... no!  Finally, something to abandon!

I don't have the choice of bringing my giant old desk, a hulking green-painted steel lump of fallout-shelter chic.  They don't make 'em like this anymore, for a reason.  I'll miss it.  I'll get over it.

I find myself unable to bear the thought of bringing home my radio.  The wrong voices coming out of a familiar body...  no.  The radio will stay.