Tiny things
I have always loved miniature things – literally anything tiny is in my wheelhouse. I remember that on my 40th birthday all my presents fitted onto the dinner plate in front of me. I looked at the tiny bright packages 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 walk into the op shop I immediately go searching in the cabinets for anything small I might want to take home.
I met my paternal grandmother for the first time when I was in my early twenties and as she took me around her house I realised that she also adored small objects. My dad had a strained relationship with his mum and so I knew almost 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 I took ballet lessons which I adored and also partly because it was a new song on the 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 really wanted to be a flower and thought I hadn’t been given that role because I was not pretty or graceful enough.
I look back now and realise they gave me a leading role which I should have been 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 got stage fright and was kind of rooted to the spot. According to the family members in the audience I poked her hard so that she would move. Its fair to say that I was not going to be a professional ballet dancer! I did however date a professional ballet dancer in my twenties who I adored.
My first dog was named Gracie and she weighed in at a whopping 2kg. She was perfect for the lady who adored little things. I would literally put her in my hand bag without anyone noticing she was there. I got in taxis, went to the movies and took her to church.
I am planning on being housed in the section of heaven where the very small things live. I am presuming that is a thing because I know I am not alone in my love of small objects.
