The Electronical Rattle Bag

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Items tagged: #GDSP10

of-saudade:

GDSP 10 - Directed by electronicalrattlebag Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.
You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.
 You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.I found this quite hard because I couldn’t decide what ‘important’ meant to me. I attach strange sentimentality to all things; objects, songs, films, places. This is the Tea House. The Tea House has been with me for over 20 years. It’s a tin that came filled with cheap English toffees that I got for Christmas when I was six years old. I don’t remember who gave it to me, probably one of my distant aunts. After the toffees were eaten, my mother used it to hold herbal tea bags; peppermint to sooth my frequent stomachaches, chamomile to help me sleep, some awful lemon concoction that she made me drink when I had glandular fever for most of the year I was thirteen. I didn’t think to take it with me when I ran away from home, but a few weeks later it arrived in the garbage bag of remaining belongings that my mother unceremoniously dumped at the front door whilst I was still at school, a few stray bags of tea fluttering inside. For a while I kept money in it, then cigarettes, drugs, things to spite my mother, but it just felt wrong, and it became the Tea House again. The Tea House is ‘important’ because it is a tiny pocket of warmth, care and affection from my childhood. It smells like Earl Grey, is cold to the touch, clangs like a broken bell when you drop it, and its contents taste delicious.

You all know about GDSP, right?
I set number 10, you can see the other submissions (also amazing, insightful, beautiful) for that prompt here.

of-saudade:

GDSP 10 - Directed by electronicalrattlebag 

Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.

You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.

You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.


I found this quite hard because I couldn’t decide what ‘important’ meant to me. I attach strange sentimentality to all things; objects, songs, films, places. This is the Tea House.

The Tea House has been with me for over 20 years. It’s a tin that came filled with cheap English toffees that I got for Christmas when I was six years old. I don’t remember who gave it to me, probably one of my distant aunts. After the toffees were eaten, my mother used it to hold herbal tea bags; peppermint to sooth my frequent stomachaches, chamomile to help me sleep, some awful lemon concoction that she made me drink when I had glandular fever for most of the year I was thirteen.

I didn’t think to take it with me when I ran away from home, but a few weeks later it arrived in the garbage bag of remaining belongings that my mother unceremoniously dumped at the front door whilst I was still at school, a few stray bags of tea fluttering inside. For a while I kept money in it, then cigarettes, drugs, things to spite my mother, but it just felt wrong, and it became the Tea House again.

The Tea House is ‘important’ because it is a tiny pocket of warmth, care and affection from my childhood. It smells like Earl Grey, is cold to the touch, clangs like a broken bell when you drop it, and its contents taste delicious.

You all know about GDSP, right?

I set number 10, you can see the other submissions (also amazing, insightful, beautiful) for that prompt here.

lilmissnatalie:

Guest Directed Self Portrait #10
My important thing is blanket.  My parents lived in Germany for several years and I was born there.  I was raised sleeping with a decke, which is a German blanket.  A decke is a goose down comforter, like a duvet.  When my parents first returned from Germany, duvets were not really sold in the states, and I was the only one of my friends that had one. It was a bonding moment with my parents and me, when they would tuck me into my decke.  And there was an art to wrapping myself up in the decke to suit the weather, so that I could still use the heavy down comforter even in the hottest weather.
Now, blankets are my ultimate comfort object.  It does not matter what the weather is, I will use a blanket.  When I am sick, you will find me wrapped in a blanket.  My parents and I still use comforters from Germany, even though duvets have become much more popular and available in the states.  
This is my current decke.  The cover is velvet and quite heavy, which makes swaddling myself in it sooooo enjoyable.

More here.

lilmissnatalie:

Guest Directed Self Portrait #10

My important thing is blanket.  My parents lived in Germany for several years and I was born there.  I was raised sleeping with a decke, which is a German blanket.  A decke is a goose down comforter, like a duvet.  When my parents first returned from Germany, duvets were not really sold in the states, and I was the only one of my friends that had one. It was a bonding moment with my parents and me, when they would tuck me into my decke.  And there was an art to wrapping myself up in the decke to suit the weather, so that I could still use the heavy down comforter even in the hottest weather.

Now, blankets are my ultimate comfort object.  It does not matter what the weather is, I will use a blanket.  When I am sick, you will find me wrapped in a blanket.  My parents and I still use comforters from Germany, even though duvets have become much more popular and available in the states.  

This is my current decke.  The cover is velvet and quite heavy, which makes swaddling myself in it sooooo enjoyable.

More here.

andanotheryear:

Day 21/GDSP #10
09.21.2012
This object was a gift to me, handmade by the love of my life and given to me the first time we met in person. We’ve been in a long-distance relationship for a little over a year now, and sometimes I fall asleep with this little plaque in my hand when I’m missing him extra hard.

Beautiful.
If you don’t know about GDSP look here, and get involved. See more of GDSP10 here.

andanotheryear:

Day 21/GDSP #10

09.21.2012

This object was a gift to me, handmade by the love of my life and given to me the first time we met in person. We’ve been in a long-distance relationship for a little over a year now, and sometimes I fall asleep with this little plaque in my hand when I’m missing him extra hard.

Beautiful.

If you don’t know about GDSP look here, and get involved. See more of GDSP10 here.

vincentvangonads:


GDSP #10
Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.
You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.
You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.

This is a bear my little sister got for me when I turned twenty. Around that time was that first time I had seen my mom or my sister in two years. We had a falling out when I was a teenager and I ended up moving in with my dad for the freedom I couldn’t have with her. And when I finally did realize my huge mistake, it all hit me at once and this bear reminds me of the unconditional love my sister has for me and I’ll never take that for granted again.

vincentvangonads:

GDSP #10

Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.

You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.

You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.

This is a bear my little sister got for me when I turned twenty. Around that time was that first time I had seen my mom or my sister in two years. We had a falling out when I was a teenager and I ended up moving in with my dad for the freedom I couldn’t have with her. And when I finally did realize my huge mistake, it all hit me at once and this bear reminds me of the unconditional love my sister has for me and I’ll never take that for granted again.

ellie-lane-imagery:

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #10, Directed by electronicalrattlebag
This GDSP prompt asks the participant to take a picture with an important thing. In this photo, I’m wearing all of my dog’s collars from her nearly nine years of life. In December 2008, her death created an expansive rift in my life: Before and After, With and Without. Her collars and leashes are important to me, but I don’t know that I’d save them in a fire. In fact, I might one day burn them in her memory. 
They feel and sound empty, but they smell and taste like dirt and dog.

ellie-lane-imagery:

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #10, Directed by electronicalrattlebag

This GDSP prompt asks the participant to take a picture with an important thing. In this photo, I’m wearing all of my dog’s collars from her nearly nine years of life. In December 2008, her death created an expansive rift in my life: Before and After, With and Without. Her collars and leashes are important to me, but I don’t know that I’d save them in a fire. In fact, I might one day burn them in her memory. 

They feel and sound empty, but they smell and taste like dirt and dog.

allanaaa:

Hi, GDSP: The Tumblrverse is aware that I devote at least a seventh of my time to trinkets. I’m a bit of a junkhound, but this handful, at least, is pretty precious to me.  The bowtie I was given by a really nice lady I worked with when I was about 17, at my second summer job. She collected a ton of cool antiques, but mostly lady things; when I told her I had spent my very first tax return on a top hat that week, she brought me this 1900-ish-era man’s bowtie the next day, saying it didn’t fit in with the rest of her stuff. I wear it as often as I remember. The tiger-eye ring was my dad’s. (Also, the microdermal, my semi-perma-trinket: the ability to stick metal in myself is also something I hold pretty dear.)
[Sorry, GDSP, your prompts have been a bit underwhelming lately. We’ll see about this indestructible thing; I can always stick more metal in myself.]

allanaaa:

Hi, GDSP:
The Tumblrverse is aware that I devote at least a seventh of my time to trinkets. I’m a bit of a junkhound, but this handful, at least, is pretty precious to me.
The bowtie I was given by a really nice lady I worked with when I was about 17, at my second summer job. She collected a ton of cool antiques, but mostly lady things; when I told her I had spent my very first tax return on a top hat that week, she brought me this 1900-ish-era man’s bowtie the next day, saying it didn’t fit in with the rest of her stuff. I wear it as often as I remember. The tiger-eye ring was my dad’s. (Also, the microdermal, my semi-perma-trinket: the ability to stick metal in myself is also something I hold pretty dear.)

[Sorry, GDSP, your prompts have been a bit underwhelming lately. We’ll see about this indestructible thing; I can always stick more metal in myself.]

thoughtsfromachair:

So this was me driving back to my parent’s house this weekend. 

Unfortunately my mom bugged me enough and I had to get a hair cut and a bit of a beard trim. Which I suppose is for the best since I am looking to move up in my career and since it is gov’t, I can’t really look all shaggy…

I do enjoy me some shagginess though. 

Also, I like my red beard. 

ALSO: GDSP #10 directed by electronicalrattlebag

I have had this hat for about 7 years now I think. Give or take a few months. It is my most favorite hat in the world. I got it in Ireland. For some reason it makes me feel safe, calm, cool, and collected when I wear it. It also makes me look wicked Irish, especially with my beard. It certainly distinguishes me from my cousins that all look Italian. It makes me love even more how different I am from the rest of my family. 

I got so many compliments for it at work on Friday. It’s almost like a security blanket for my head. 

I swear I’ll catch up on the others now!

bipolarfairy:

For GDSP#10, I’m reading a book very important to me with Clownie who is also important.
Clownie: He is my stuffed companion 4 life.He was given to my at my baby shower and my mom’s said, that I loved him as a kid, and that she put him away when I got older, but then I round him again when I was 11 or something and fell in love all over again. I had him with me at the hospital where I was diagnosed with BP2 and I will have him until I die.  
Dangerous Angels by Francesca Lia Block: That’s the book we are reading and it was a book that helped me find myself. Especially the character Witch Baby. Francesca Lia Block is an author who’s writing style just sat with me because it is so whimsical and the book Dangerous Angels helped me think about who I was and who I wanted to be, etc. (I highly suggest her books) 

bipolarfairy:

For GDSP#10, I’m reading a book very important to me with Clownie who is also important.

Clownie: He is my stuffed companion 4 life.He was given to my at my baby shower and my mom’s said, that I loved him as a kid, and that she put him away when I got older, but then I round him again when I was 11 or something and fell in love all over again. I had him with me at the hospital where I was diagnosed with BP2 and I will have him until I die.  

Dangerous Angels by Francesca Lia Block: That’s the book we are reading and it was a book that helped me find myself. Especially the character Witch Baby. Francesca Lia Block is an author who’s writing style just sat with me because it is so whimsical and the book Dangerous Angels helped me think about who I was and who I wanted to be, etc. (I highly suggest her books) 

lostinthehorizon:

This is my submission for the Guest Directed Self prompt #10

These were the instructions: #10 Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.
You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.
You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable

Ok, so this is not a “thing”, it’s an animal, it’s a snake, it’s my pet, my love, my life, my family. I’m not much of a material person, it’s true I keep (hoard) lots of little things and I have piles of stuff, but at the end of the day none of those things really matter or are truly important. However, my snake is.

Having him in my arms and around my body brings me so much joy and always makes me smile.

guestdirectedself:

This is Vikki’s urn. Next month she will have been gone 3 years now. She was my boyfriend’s sister, and was the loveliest person one could know. I didn’t tell her that nearly enough, but who does? The urn holds her ashes, she died of breast-cancer, she’s got the most gorgeous daughter that looks just like her. 
electronicalrattlebag:

Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.
You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.
You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.

(by missspite)

guestdirectedself:

This is Vikki’s urn. Next month she will have been gone 3 years now. She was my boyfriend’s sister, and was the loveliest person one could know. I didn’t tell her that nearly enough, but who does? The urn holds her ashes, she died of breast-cancer, she’s got the most gorgeous daughter that looks just like her. 

electronicalrattlebag:

Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.

You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.

You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.

(by missspite)
kriestienn:

GDSP #10:
(This is way longer than expected so watch out! ;)
This is my submission for the 10 prompt, yes I’m a little behind, I believe 6 posts to be exact but you can’t plug a computer into a tree and get internet so I just have to work around my crazy backpacking schedule…anyways
No, my thing is NOT my dog (a dog is not a “thing” they are so much more than that).  My “thing” is what Penny Lu is wearing:  a service vest.  It’s pink, black, and has reflective trim as well as reflective embroidery.  It’s kind of a scratchy material which I often wonder about the comfort level for her, but she has pretty long hair and so far Penny has worn it for a year with no complaints. It’s mesh on the sides.  It features some nice shiny metal stainless steel “D” rings for attaching bags you can order as well as a clip on the side that you can clip a nice little baggie holder to for, well, you know.
This object is important to me because, after fighting severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for the last 10 years of my life, last year is the first year that Penny Lu took on her full time job as my PTSD/Psychiatric Service Dog.  Normally this type of service dog is very specially trained and to get one costs on average between 25,000 and 75,000 dollars (U.S.).  On top of that, I live in the middle of nowhere upper midwest where service dogs for the blind and handicapped are rare, let alone a psychiatric service dog.  I was unable to find a trainer or trained dog, and my brother had adopted Penny Lu as a Llewellyn Setter who was a “throw back” and unable to be sold to hunters for some problems with her bone structure, and she was very observant and introspective, so I decided to learn how to train these dogs myself and train my own dog.
5 years later Penny Lu received her vest.  She is able to go in any public area, on airplanes, hiking trails, live with me, sleep with me, and exist in my world.  In exchange for me buying her a 60 dollar piece of hot pink service dog equipment I get love, support, a dog to wake me when I’m having nightmares, an alarm clock to let me know I need medication, a distraction mechanism for when I am near a panic attack, a support system to aid me with my agoraphobia and particular fear of men, as well as help with some physical needs as well.  Though we still need to fight almost daily to be accepted because I have an invisible disability, my life has changed.
Without Penny Lu, my partner, and that “thing” on her back, I might not be here today.  I might not be traveling around the world, or backpacking, or having conversations with people.  Without that thing I couldn’t even leave my apartment for fear of being attacked.  Hell, without that thing there were times I considered suicide because the pain in my body was so great just to hear a man’s voice that I had to cut my arms to relieve it.
But I do have that thing.  Some people have Jesus Christ and religion to put faith in, but for me I have a service dog vest and a Llewellyn Setter hunting dog named Penny who became my reason to live another day because she was able to go above and beyond the call of duty for a hunting dog.  She’s a PTSD psychiatric service animal.

kriestienn:

GDSP #10:

(This is way longer than expected so watch out! ;)


This is my submission for the 10 prompt, yes I’m a little behind, I believe 6 posts to be exact but you can’t plug a computer into a tree and get internet so I just have to work around my crazy backpacking schedule…anyways

No, my thing is NOT my dog (a dog is not a “thing” they are so much more than that).  My “thing” is what Penny Lu is wearing:  a service vest.  It’s pink, black, and has reflective trim as well as reflective embroidery.  It’s kind of a scratchy material which I often wonder about the comfort level for her, but she has pretty long hair and so far Penny has worn it for a year with no complaints. It’s mesh on the sides.  It features some nice shiny metal stainless steel “D” rings for attaching bags you can order as well as a clip on the side that you can clip a nice little baggie holder to for, well, you know.

This object is important to me because, after fighting severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for the last 10 years of my life, last year is the first year that Penny Lu took on her full time job as my PTSD/Psychiatric Service Dog.  Normally this type of service dog is very specially trained and to get one costs on average between 25,000 and 75,000 dollars (U.S.).  On top of that, I live in the middle of nowhere upper midwest where service dogs for the blind and handicapped are rare, let alone a psychiatric service dog.  I was unable to find a trainer or trained dog, and my brother had adopted Penny Lu as a Llewellyn Setter who was a “throw back” and unable to be sold to hunters for some problems with her bone structure, and she was very observant and introspective, so I decided to learn how to train these dogs myself and train my own dog.

5 years later Penny Lu received her vest.  She is able to go in any public area, on airplanes, hiking trails, live with me, sleep with me, and exist in my world.  In exchange for me buying her a 60 dollar piece of hot pink service dog equipment I get love, support, a dog to wake me when I’m having nightmares, an alarm clock to let me know I need medication, a distraction mechanism for when I am near a panic attack, a support system to aid me with my agoraphobia and particular fear of men, as well as help with some physical needs as well.  Though we still need to fight almost daily to be accepted because I have an invisible disability, my life has changed.

Without Penny Lu, my partner, and that “thing” on her back, I might not be here today.  I might not be traveling around the world, or backpacking, or having conversations with people.  Without that thing I couldn’t even leave my apartment for fear of being attacked.  Hell, without that thing there were times I considered suicide because the pain in my body was so great just to hear a man’s voice that I had to cut my arms to relieve it.

But I do have that thing.  Some people have Jesus Christ and religion to put faith in, but for me I have a service dog vest and a Llewellyn Setter hunting dog named Penny who became my reason to live another day because she was able to go above and beyond the call of duty for a hunting dog.  She’s a PTSD psychiatric service animal.