As part of my preparation for prelims this week, I have been reading a lot of work on material culture. I have read about changing habits of cleanliness, the construction of female lineage through the gifting of cupboards and linens, and the development of the European taste for sugar. As a result of this reading, I started thinking about what things in my house a historian of material culture could use to reconstruct my life and what these items might say about me. I also thought about those items that had particular meaning for me but whose meaning prove elusive for others.
Here’s a partial list of the things that stick out in mind:
– the letter “K” cake topper from my wedding
– the crystal bowl from Tiffany’s that I received as a wedding gift from Teresa Heinz Kerry (long story)
– my American Girl doll
– a clown stuffed animal from my childhood
– our china cabinet
– my stand mixer
– my cupcake stand
– a seed bead necklace from my aunt
– a reindeer stuffed animal my Uncle Chris gave me
– the bamboo plants we gave as wedding favors
– the green paint I insisted painting our walls
– the teapot I painted at the pottery store