Of course, now that I prep a move to another continent, such ponderings are no longer idle. I have to figure out really and truly, what do I need?
For example, do I need my completely tacky margarita glasses that came to me courtesy of Honda courtesy of Honda's former boss? They're super tacky, and I never drink margaritas, but see, the thing is, that they're so tacky that they come around to awesome. And what if I got rid of them and could never find similarly awesome/tacky glasses? And what about the Complete Facsimile of William Shakespeare's First Folio? A#1, I'm no longer an actress. A#2, the whole first folio is available online anyway. But, but, but ... it's SHAKESPEARE. How do you GIVE AWAY your SHAKESPEARE?!
Right. Clearly I have issues.
The truth is, I need very little. I have often thought of my apartment as an expensive storage unit. I'm rarely home, and when I am home, I'm usually sleeping. The rest of the time, I'm either at the computer, watching TV, reading a book, or cooking, in that order. I have a lot of stuff, and most of it just doesn't get touched.
When Annie went on her big trip around the world, I was once again reminded of how little one actually needs. Annie carried a backpack around for six months. For six months, she relied on only the things that fit in said backpack. And you know what? She seemed to survive okay.
And yet, stuff, as Charles has written, is a signifier. Stuff tells people who we are. When you come into my apartment, you can tell immediately by the five bookshelves that I am a voracious reader. You can tell by the artwork that I like cute vintage prints. You can tell by my DVD collection that I like chick flicks and the TV show Friends. And you can tell by the accent pieces hanging around that I like stuff with an Indian motif. Point is, my apartment says something about me. My stuff is me. I am my stuff.
Back to the 100 items. What would be on my list of necessary items?
1. laptop (love how that comes first?)
2. mattress (love how this only comes AFTER laptop?)
4. underwear (clearly my priorities are out of whack)
6. books (cheating since I have probably a couple hundred of these)
7. oh crap. have to include things like toothbrush!
8. this is hard!!
9. copper bottom pot
10. frying pan
13. damnit. forgot about clothes. pants?
14. so guess I need shirts too then.
15. are dresses a need?
17. bras! bras! bras! (ouch)
18. cell phone
19. damn it. forgot about the socks
20. this is impossible!!!
Sigh. As you can tell, it doesn't look like I'll be joining the 100 Items Club anytime soon. Nor the 100 Kinds of Items. But, if you'll excuse me, I do have to go drink a margarita while reading some Shakespeare....