I’ve been thinking about objects a lot lately. (I’ve been obsessing over one object in particular, actually, an old ship beam which went on to have a third life as an execution block.) I’m fascinated by the things that populate our lives; I think most of us probably are to some extent, so I thought it would be fun to share some of the objects that have a role in mine.
IRON TROLL CROSS
I bought this troll cross from Kolaportid flea market in Reykjavik from a friend’s stall, where she sells her handcrafted clothing as well as the work of other artists living and working in Iceland. It’s my favourite piece of jewellery but I’m constantly losing it. (Ask any of my close friends, and they’ll chuckle, likely roll their eyes and say, ‘ah yes, the troll cross!’ then recount one of the many tales of me misplacing it.) I like its heft, symbolism, and simplicity, and it doesn’t create sensory overload when I wear it, which is crucial. (It’s one of the very few pieces that I wear these days as I find most jewellery irritates me sensory wise.) If I’m overwhelmed or anxious, I’ll typically reach for my necklace and soothe myself by touching it. The very worn leather cord doesn’t have an attachment, so I need to tie it every time I put it on. I keep telling myself I must attach a clasp to it because it regularly unties itself, but whether that’ll happen or not remains to be seen.
A Wyrd Of Her Own 