In the universe, there are forces so great that they are impossible to resist. Gravity, the smell of bacon cooking and string.
Those who know me tolerate and pander to this particular foible. Hubs found me a vintage twine cloche just before Christmas, and the string that Monica brought back from Stockholm fits perfectly inside and in my living room.
See, decorative function. Because string is pretty. This spool I made from a piece of driftwood we picked up on holiday, and when I see it, it makes me happy on so many levels. Form and function.
But it doesn't have to look fancy - I am just as content with the utility versions. They seem to hold in their orderly wraps such endless possibilities.
I could show you more - the hairy nutscene stuff that I own in 6 different colours, the big rolls of baker's twine in red and green, the teeny tiny spools of cotton string in ice-cream colours, the Bonne Maman jar in the kitchen jammed with two varieties of indestructible nylon stuff.
When Tess asked recently what we have lots of, but can never resist, I had to think carefully about it. But really, the answer was staring me in the face all the time. Answers are like that sometimes.
* String theory attempts to provide a complete, unified, and consistent description of the fundamental structure of our universe. My theory is simply that you can never have too much string in the house.