I have always loved miniature things – literally anything tiny is in mywheelhouse. I remember that on my 40thbirthday all my presentsfitted onto the dinner plate in front of me. I looked at the tiny brightpackages before me and knew I would love them all based on their size alone.
I have three printers’ trays which are full of tiny things and when I walkinto the op shop, I immediately go searching in the cabinets for anything smallI might want to take home.
I met my paternal grandmother for the first time when I was in my earlytwenties and as she took me around her house, I realised that she also adoredsmall objects. My dad had a strained relationship with his mum and so I knewalmost nothing about her until that trip. I find things like that fascinating –is there a “tiny” gene that can be passed along?
I was dubbed “tiny” when I was a little girl by the whole family because Itook ballet lessons which I adored and also partly because it was a new song onthe radio by Elton John – tiny dancer.
I remember that at our end of year concert I was given the role of the“bumble bee” and the rest of the girls played pretty bright flowers. I reallywanted to be a flower and thought I hadn’t been given that role because I wasnot pretty or graceful enough.
I look back now and realise they gave me a leading role which I should havebeen thrilled with but we make up stories in our own minds don’t we?
The other story from that concert is that one of the girls next to me gotstage fright and was kind of rooted to the spot. According to the familymembers in the audience I poked her hard so that she would move. It’sfair to say that I was not going to be a professional ballet dancer! I didhowever date a professional ballet dancer in my twenties who I loved very much.
My first dog was named Gracie and she weighed in at a whopping 2kg. She wasperfect for the lady who adored little things. I would literally put her in myhand bag without anyone noticing she was there. I got in taxis, went to themovies and took her to church.
I am planning on being housed in the section of heaven where the very smallthings live. I am presuming that is a thing because I know I am not alone in mylove of small objects.