Dorothy got it right in the end

5 large white cookies for £1...for my tea. Belongs in my tummy.

 

 

 

My Phantasm boxset, bought for me by my boyfriend when I got accepted to do a PhD. Lives on my chest of drawers.

My little skiing snowman Christmas Tree decoration. Bought for me by my sister, an expert in all things cute. Lives on my chest of drawers.

A photo that lives on my shelf of me and my family in France. We're channeling spirits here.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer figurines (not dolls!) that live on my shelf in spite of the desperate need for space for books and DVDs. Some things are more important. Given to me and bought for me by a friend and my brother.

Limited edition (yeah right) complete Friends boxset. Bought for me by me. Lives on my desk.

A selection of good, crappy, cheap, and disgusting DVDs. Bought for me by me. They have a nomad existence but still very much belong.

A figurine of a robotic bear making sweet love to a car. Bought for me by a friend. Lives on my stack of moisturisers.

The object and the concept. Bought for me by my sister. Made for me by many. Lives mostly on my desk/windowsill/computer.

99p cocoa butter. Bought frequently by me. Makes you smell divine. Lives under my robotic love-making bear.

A photo album. Compiled for me by a friend. Lives on my desk. Some of the photos follow.

Little tykes.

Young Rosie. Beautiful doggie.

Prom.

My Marilyn Monroe jewellry box. Bought for me by two friends. Holds many beautiful things bought for me by many and me. Lives on my desk.

The joke gift. Bought for me by friends. Lives in my desk tidy.

A roof over one's head to allow frequent lounging. Done by me for me.