I have a bunch of them, mostly stuff from particularly nostalgic periods in my life. I get sentimental so easily haha. I still have this really old fleecy coat I’ve had since I started school. I’d never give it up even though it’s not my style anymore as I mostly wear puffer coats now
My polaroid photo album because it has pictures of people, pets, lived experiences that made me happy when I was struggling with life.
And my Lord of the Rings Medal that I received when completing a work-out challenge from a company called The Conqueror Challenge. I was going through a breakup and was dealing with depression that time; depression made me rot in bed all day with no motivation to do anything. But I still needed to get my body moving, so I paid the company $50 to help me motivate me to work out because I wanted the medal; it has a really nice design and I’m a LOTR fan. Now, I view the medal as resilience.
I’m a hoarder who refuses to buy more stuff because I can’t bear to part with the stuff I’ve got. So all of it, I guess?*
But if you want a simpler answer, there are a couple of old stuffed animals that I’d mourn as much as I would a living pet, so probably those. They’re a lot lower maintenance than an actual pet though, which is a big plus.
* Actually I can think of a few things that I don’t want, but they need to be disposed of properly (broken electrical; dead batteries) and I don’t really have the means to do that.
I have a steel spoon, that my parents got by sending away cereal box tops or baby food lids or something like that. It’s engraved, and says in my native language, “ℕ𝔼𝕄𝕆 𝔻𝕀𝔻 𝕀𝕋”, in that exact font (which is why I use it for my display name).
Thry fed me baby food with it. I ate my breakfast cereal with it every day as a child and teen. I still eat with it whenever I need a spoon.
i have an old 4dl bob the builder mug i got when i was a kid. it doesn’t even have any of the print left, it’s just an ugly yellow mug with teethmarks. it used to have a cap too, but i lost that 20 years ago. i still use it when I’m too lazy to wash my stanley
Oh my god I’m the same too so I totally get you. I still eat with this fork and spoon I’ve had since I was 6ish? I also have this beautiful little egg spoon that looks like it belongs in an antiques shop. It has this really nice vintage pattern on it. It’s comforting and seems to make everything taste better doesn’t it?
I also have the Wedgewood Peter Rabbit silver set from childhood, but I only use the knife anymore, as a cheese knife. They’re way too small for my adult hands.
These are important to me as gifts from my sister who passed away a few weeks ago. She gave them to me when I was 8 or something, and I’m 36 now. They are supposed to be for good luck & improved studies.
Those look wonderful. I’m so sorry for your loss. It’s beautiful that your sister gave them to you so long ago and that they’ve stayed with you all these years. They carry so much love and so many memories. I’m really glad you still have them
3 homemade tractors that my mom’s uncle made before he died (IIRC in 1984). 1.5, 3, and 12 horsepower, so not really useful machines for any work, but they have meaning. If anyone comes across a “Pearl” tractor let me know, there are about a dozen out there (if not scrapped) that he made and I want the rest.
Stuffed animal i got as a gift bought from the hospital when born is basically just a head now planning on sewing out onto another stuffed animals body.
The stuff from before I was physically disabled by cars while commuting. Mostly my bicycle racing stuff. My skills matter to me a lot, so like when people appreciate or recall them and ask me stuff about them, even when I do not have the ability to do them any more, I get sentimental.
fuck cars
I’ve got a plush doggie that my grandmother gave me when I was around 3, he never left me, still got him at 38 years old. His eyes were changed along the years as I kept on losing them, but it’s still a reminder of all those years and of her. He sits on the shelf in front of my bed, so even know he’s always watching me
A corner hutch from my great-grandmother.
A first edition “From here to Eternity” that I found in the corner hutch while visiting my great-grandmother.
A set of hand drawn and colored fashion drawings the previous owner of my great-grandmother’s house did that I found in her attic when I was playing up there as a kid.
Grandfather’s handmade metal spoon and chop sticks that he made in Korea during the war.
Louisville Stoneware Marine Corps decanter and cup set the my grandfather gave my parents when they got married.
My first Leatherman.
A small yellow teddy bear wearing a bib that says “My First Bear” that my aunt gave me when I was born.
And the list goes on. A majority of what decorates my abode that isn’t LEGO’s is sentimental stuff.
My Leatherman Wave and my olive green Shemagh scarf are both close to 20 years old now so would be quite a bummer to lose either one of them. The Leatherman already almost got stolen once.
Old cassettes. Pretty much just boring dad rock but I enjoy their shitty sound and I had them since I was a teen with a walkman trying to find inventive ways to smuggle my music in to class. Also one is a Finnish metal band that I have no idea how it made it to the 2nd hand music store in a flyover state where I bought it
I don’t generally get sentimental about stuff exactly. we lost virtually all our stuff in a fire once though, and going without stuff made me appreciate all of it a lot more. I sometimes find myself being really glad for my dollar tree pencil holders and other things just because they’re useful and I really like the color. I often think about how glad I am to have a bed. I hope I never lose this appreciation.
I don’t really have one. I moved countries a coupe years ago and did a very good purge on things I didn’t actually need.
Me too, and I really regret it.
An M1911A1 used in world war two. My grandfather passed it down to me before he died. He wasn’t the one using it, he was too young. But, it was given to him by a client as a form of payment (legally). He treasured it and eventually gave it to me. I don’t shoot it much but I do like to clean it. Eventually I’ll get a cool display with lights and stuff. It’s cool, a combination of sentimental value and historical relevance. I’ll never sell it and if I have kids I’ll pass it down.
