I'm pretty certain that if my house was burning down, yes, I would go with the majority and want to grab my photographs over any other possessions. I'm going to be 39 this year, and already, memories of my early years are rather cloudy. In fact, my boys are only two and four and yet I recently had to rely on pictures to remind me which one was born with the Elvis quiff and which had an 80s-style spike. On the plus side, there's a fair few appalling haircuts in my history which I'm more than happy to have faded memories of. It's only in my nightmares that I'm now haunted by the dreadful bowl cut of 1985.
However, ask me which objects in my home I like or enjoy the most and I probably wouldn't put photographs in my top three. Top of my list is the painting which we brought back from Zürich with us. We thought long and hard about buying a souvenir to remind us of our seven years living in Switzerland and had almost settled on a clock when we were ambling through Zürich's old town and walked past a small gallery and spotted a similar painting to the one hanging on our wall in the photo above.
I glanced at it, nodded my head thinking it was pretty cool, and walked on. Ten metres down the road and I asked Paul whether he'd noticed it. He had. Twenty metres down the road, I said that we should go back. We did. After standing outside admiring it for a few minutes, we ventured in only to find that it had been sold. However, a quick chat with the owner led us to the artist's shop come gallery situated just a few minutes walk away and we found the version that's now hanging in our dining room. Every time I look at it, I see something new that catches my eye, makes me smile, and reminds me of the city where my boys were born.
Next, I'd choose my old black passport and bright yellow Sony Sportsman. I'm not particularly sentimental or nostalgic but these two items? My God, I love them. If ever there were two things that summed up my teens, it's these. With family scattered across the globe, I spent most summer holidays abroad. From the age of thirteen (it seems scarily young, now), my parents stopped booking me on the family holidays and just asked me where I was going instead. I'd pack my passport, walkman, and a book or magazine in my well-travelled backpack and cringe when they insisted on seeing me to passport control. Of course, I could make my way through customs alone; I was thirteen, don't you know! Heaven help me if my boys have the same headstrong quality. I think I'll be weeping at the gate, begging the air steward not to let them through.
But putting all talk of living abroad and travel aside, I really do love being back in Wales. And I love being at home. I love snuggling under blankets with the boys, lying in bed on a cold day and reading my book, or lazing on the sofa on a Saturday night and watching episode upon episode of Game of Thrones. So my third favourite item(s) in my house would have to be the three blankets that my mum knitted for me and the boys.
She knitted one each for the kiddos when they were born and then one for me when we moved back to the UK at the end of 2013. We use them all the time. They get moved from room to room and are cuddled, snuggled under and wrapped around cold limbs. They will be treasured for many years to come.
So what would you choose as your three favourite objects in your home? Photographs? Something with sentimental value? Or maybe something completely bizarre but an item you love, nevertheless?
This post was written in collaboration with More Than Home Insurance. It's hard to replace your very favourite things but better that than be left with nothing.