I’ve always loved pretty, useless things.
Figurines, miniature tea sets and furniture, mechanisms, wood carvings. If it can fit in a shelf, I’m sold. Even though my mother dislikes knickknacks because of the potential clutter (but we won’t hold it against her, she’s an otherwise lovely soul), and so I didn’t grow up having any about the house, I’ve somehow managed to slake my little obsession by having a little piece here and there.
Since I’ve gathered quite a stash over the years and on the basis of my sheer enthusiasm, the people upstairs have asked me to share some of my favourite kinds of knickknacks, because they take pity on me and know that I need to shout my love from the rooftops.