When we are Grown and have a Home, we may choose to fill said home with ‘knick knacks.’ These grow to be porcelian (or pewter) suggestions of our belief system, values, whims; reincarnations of once pets.

Our tendency being to collect little things we will Never Need, to fill some Void that shapeshifts from wooden rabbit to Russian tea doll, these collections grew SO vast that someone created a thing to put them in:

And inside, little Objects laden with sentiment, painted with quaint eyes and quiet lips, can be arranged. There they can sit, dust free, being knacky.

I officially lament all of the knick knacks I accumulated from Goodwill while in high school, having not yet found a Home to put them in.