Gnome hoarder

When I began living in Maine, I noticed that the state itself has a very large obsession with Gnomes. I made the mistake of telling my mother I thought that they were cute and suddenly I have a gnome army which makes this collection pale in comparison what gnomes I left at home. Personally, I only wanted to bee and pumpkin ones because I love Halloween and I adore bees. However, these gnomes have grown on me, and I catch myself wondering if I can find others that are just as charming. I used to draw gnomes like this in middle school and high school, so they have a very nostalgic feel for me. Do I need them? No. Do they serve a purpose? Besides the tea and cup in one gnome, no. Well actually the pumpkin one is a candle holder, but I don’t have candles, I just wanted to gnome. They serve no purpose other than having me happy. Thankfully though I can keep them in places that add charm and also, they are easy to clean and move around so they don’t take up much space and it reminds me of home. If anything, the only thing I get scared to clean is the teapot and cup since I have yet to use them because I’m worried, I won’t clean it properly or break it, I have a very bad tendency to not clean fragile things (such as my mother’s fine China) because I am freaked out that if I touch it, I’ll break it. I am slowly getting over my fear, however, just don’t hand things to me because I will get jittery, and I might drop it.

I finally figured out how to post!

Hello, I finally figured out how to post so I’m going to be spamming things into the categories to catch up. For conceptualizing waste, I look to my own room and think what would be considered dirty to others, versus for me it’s gold? The answer: taxidermy. I collect pelts, sealed specimens, bones, teeth, etc. All things I make sure they have died naturally so I am not disrespecting the body, and if they have died in a way, I don’t know how I will continue to treat them with respect. Most people look at taxidermy and dead things as a waste, meant to be left to be composed into the earth and never looked at again, some find it disturbing in general and think people like me are weird for collecting. In a span of a few years, I have collected various trinkets such as buffalo teeth earrings from an indigenous artist in Idaho and a matching necklace, a snapping turtle skull, a fisher cat pelt, a bat in resin, I believe a goat’s skull (not sure, face is a little busted, I got the fellow from an antique store), etc. I’ve been told that I collect trash and to leave bones and other gross things alone, but I don’t see these as trash, I see them as animals, and this is my way of ensuring at least a part of them knows that they are cared for. People aren’t judged when hunters keep prizes of their kills, so why am I judged for doing it in a more respectful manner? Sure, it takes up space in my room, sure I have a whole “bone shrine” at home, but there is a beauty to the bones, a reminder that life exists before and after we are gone.