Tell us about some of your most exquisite, precious possessions.

I love my car ❤️

A letter from Jacqueline Kennedy shortly after the assassination. It is signed by her, complete with franking privilege on White House Memorial stationary. White with black around the edges. She also included the Mass card from his funeral. A 100yr plus Persian rug from my grandmother. A thank you note from Kate Hepburn.

OP, do you solve mysteries involving stylish people in New York?! (I have a crush on your sidekick, Nero. Please tell me it’s really you and that you’ll pass him a note for me.)

My collection of antique and vintage EAPG elegant and depression glass along with some old turn of the 20 century pottery

A book that was printed in 1521.

A few treasures formerly in the collection of Isabella Stewart Gardner.

A toaster.

My own teeth.

Knowledge, logic, reason, and love.

A coin collection of American and English/UK coins, plus some from elsewhere. I have a few ancient Egyptian, Roman and Greek pieces that have been authenticated. But I don't have anyone to give it to and selling (eventually) would have to be done piece by piece, which gets tedious.

It was worth about $30,000 the last time I had it appraised for insurance.

Welcome to my home!

This note...

R9 is a fucking liar.

My coffee mug with a lovely little moon on it. I have such good taste. My exquisite curtains. My lungs.

My collection of crumpled Kleenex with dried jazz from all my tricks. I have a small windowed room filled with them. My guests often gather round, smile, and admire them.

Alarming! Charming!

My Precious Moments nativity set, and my extensive collection of XXL caftans.

Earrings.

Caftans.

Pancakes 🤗 😍

Barbara.

As an artist, my most valuable possessions are my imagination, and ability to think of interesting, creative solutions to whatever problems or puzzles I'm facing on any given project.

I've spent more time in my imagination, than anywhere else. It started due to an unsatisfactory childhood (quite frequently, I escaped there as a child), and became an asset.

R22 sounds quite crazy!

Crazy good, you mean, r23. Native West Virginian's posts are among my favorites.

Rotary Dial Three Slot (Nickel, Dime, Quarter) phone with original POrter 7 number card from Slatington, Pennsylvania, replaced by a One Slot TouchTone model in the 1970s.

R22 are you in imagination land now? Is it shitty?

My baseball bat

A mobile phone from the early 'OOs. Now dead but containing the phone numbers and texts messages of friends and fuck buddies from the best year or two of my adult life.

The pool boy, the chauffeur, the personal trainer, the twin gardeners, and the personal chef. .. I'd include the houseboy, but it's last week, and he needs to spend less time on his phone, and more time on my bathroom tile.

My asshole. I used to have one you know. Now I have a hole and a plastic bag

How do you get those fuckers to bloom again, OP?

R31 you mean my blown out O-ring?

OP was in Twin Peaks?

My Sligh Bob Timberlake Mission style grandfather clock. I bought it about 20 years ago. A really beautiful 'floor' clock that announces it presence throughout the day although it does have a night feature that silences the chimes from 9:45p until 7:00a. I consider it a statement piece and it's restrained style get lots of complements to those who visit.

The attached image is for reference to the clock and is not my home.

R21...Who?

^ There's only one 🙄

My dildo collection. Every size, make and model known to man.

Sentimental faves: Jeff Stryker and Kris Lord.

^ Do you have the highly sought after "Donald"?

^ it's too small

A collection of letters written in the trenches in France during the First World War. The man writing them sadly didn't survive. They're full of scenes that he saw and his feelings stuck in the trenches. He complains that the 'Hun' don't fight fair and that he's craving sugar so can someone send him a cake? He also says that there are a lot of rumours of 'men who have gone insane' wandering round in the woods and killing anyone they come across. One stand out is him seeing a friend cut in half and just having time to say 'I think I may have to sit down' before dropping dead to the floor. Very moving and tragic letters. Sent to my husbands grandmother.

My 8 inch waistline.

I bought a Robert Longo print at an auction about 20 years ago. I think I paid $1400. I found the same print offered online—asking $40,000. Not too shabby.

My autographed copy of the The Faith Tones – Jesus Use Me 🥰

I have a collection of letters from a Hilter Youth turned Nazi officer who served in the Afrika Korps during WWII, was sent to a POW camp in the Texas Panhandle, and repatriated back to Bavaria. He constantly wrote to my Great Grandmother referring to her as "My dear sister" but she never mentioned having a brother, and his surname is not the same, as her maiden name. The letters span from 1930 to 1956 the year he died. The go from entirely in German then gradually switch to fluent English. I keep telling myself I should donate them, but I don't even know who would want such a collection.

The era when he was in the POW camp are funny, because all he did was bitch about having to be in Texas. He said in one letter, that he would rather be dead in Africa than have to endure another day in Texas. I currently live in Dallas, and I find those the most relatable.

LOL R43

DL gold

R34 are you the QVC Timmy Tiffany lamp collector, also?

My gardens...though they're not always exquisite..lol..

[quote]At parties, I always catch guests lingering there and then going back for seconds and thirds!

[italic]Gurrrrllll...

Me too r22! Real life was much too dull and utilitarian, so I would escape into imaginings of being a Hollywood star or living in a mansion and how I might decorate it. I developed a vivid imagination.

I wish you'd tell us what productions you worked on or show us some of your designs some day. I respect your right to anonymity, however.

I have one very slightly used dk men fuel and one unopened in the box from 1995.

R21, R36...You should at least spell her name right! BARBRA!

^ I didn't spell her name. Reading comprehension much? 😠 ... Besides, what makes you think we weren't talking about the legendary Miss BARBARA Stanwyck, lesbian extraordinaire?

- r36

My complete set of 1975 Wacky Pack trading cards.

"Exquisite, precious possessions"?

You forgot to sign your name, Greg.

A Celtic cross medallion that my Dad wore. I now wear it. Also a watch of his.

My Pogo the Clown painting

R6, are you the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum thief?

I have a dozen hard boiled eggs that didn’t get turned into deviled eggs at my mother’s funeral reception in 1977. I wonder if someone in today’s resurrected HBE thread would like them.

I think you mean "treasures" OP.

OP gets a ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ MARY!

Also my orchid collection, the oncidium alliances are setting forth their spikes ,waiting with baited breathe. Several painting , Books and a few antiques .

My grandmother's art deco glassware which she bought new during the 1930's.

Any window seat where I can nestle a warm mug atop my vulva while smiling vaguely out the window is my fucking Nirvana.

My Michael Kors leather jacket ,my playbill from A streetcar named desire's first run with Marlon Brando from 1948, and a few precious books.

My blanket and stuffed lamb from childhood. Slides from my parent’s wedding. My car, even though it’s an oldie.

A Setlist from a 2005 show of an artist that I adore. It is framed and hung on my wall.. I still remember when the roadie/crew guy gave it to me!!! There was like 50 of us at the end of the show wanting it!!

My clothes. I really do dig fashion and I have a collection of really cool clothes that I love.. I probably should have put into a downpayment on a home. But I chose shirts and hoodies. Many of them are still with tags and new and I can sell on Grailed when/should times get tough.

I just hope R66 is not 52.

No- I am just R66.

And I am 43. So old, but not 52!

I am also a doofus.

A men's beige vicuña bomber jacket. It rarely gets cold enough around me for me to wear it though!

My signed Chagall lithograph and my violin.

R71 is so gay that she makes gay look straight and I am here for this rich bitch.

My IMac.

I know I will get shit for it, but it has all my personal info (budget spreadsheets, e-mails, personal info, favorite porn downloads, tax returns in PDF formats, etc.). In a pinch I would grab the backup drive which is just as good as far as data goes, but I’d try to save the computer.

I am not an especially sentimental person, so while I’d “mourn” pictures, yearbooks, cards, etc. I’d get over it.

My 1st edition of "Keeping Secrets" by Suzanne Somers.

My many snack purses

Some are costly: made of cashmere, crocodile, stingray, or ermine. Some are art pieces in silk, adorned with pearls and semi-precious stones or intricate embroidery made of real gold and silver threads. Others are of simple design that use humble materials like burlap and nylon. But all are special to me. All. And they are never empty.

[quote]No- I am just [R66].

I'm Violet Newstead. Please hold.

"baited breathe," r61?

Jesus Christ

R76. LOL Fucking LOL (we are not supposed to LOL)

Old enough to know that film and love Violet.

R77 you might try buying a book or two

R77 on second thought you would just eat the pages.

A silver maple tree I planted out back of the house I've rented for14 years. It was just a twig growing over in the weeds. I dreamed of having shade in the sunny yard, so I transplanted it to the middle of the yard 12 years ago.

It's now over 20 ft. tall and very leafy. It makes dark shade several times a day.

Jesus. R81. That made me teary. I want to fuck everyone in this thread.

I rent a shitty apt but have a specific tree that I LOVE in my seaside community-

I hug him at night when no one can see or I praise him in the daylight- I love that tree and want my ashes spread there.

I have quite a collection of wedding and engagement rings for someone who isn't married and never wanted to be married. The engagement rings are quite nice diamonds. I never wear them anywhere.

I should have specified I inherited them, I didn't buy them for myself. They're from my parents, grandparents, and aunts. I don't want to sell them because...I just don't.

A Stetson wore by Heath Ledger in BBM. A piece of leather from the JFK's limo stained with his blood. A King James family bible with baptism annotations dating from 1826. My fathers Purple Heart and Bronze Star.My Mum's gold and and emerald engagement ring.

Damn R85. When we gonna hang? Good lord there are some wonderful folks in this world!

Relax, r51. I was incorporating the answer above me to create Pancakes Barbara.

^ Ha, ha! 😂

I'm the one who posted "Pancakes" and thought you meant Barbara Stanwyck 🤦‍♂️

I collect old letters, postcards, pictures, grave etchings.. really anything with written information and then try to verify and trace their past history and future lines. I have several albums worth. Some related to people, businesses or just the towns themselves. So much of our history is lost and by the timem the public takes interest, it often becomes fictionalized. Like the stories of many minorities in America, or even among those that would become part of the majority, just absent in the many cities they began and the great westward expansion.

I have one too many woks.

And, an obvious fetish for dravidian stone and woodwork.

I have scrapings of scrotum cheese from many prominent actors and rock stars of the 80s-2000s. I keep them in small vials to retain their precious odor intact.

[quote] "Crazy good, you mean, [R23]. Native West Virginian's posts are among my favorites."

That's kind, R24. I appreciate that. I've had to block my share of people here, but more often than not DL is a pleasant experience.

The studded cod-piece S&M Porn /hustler Paul Barresi used to wear. He'd scrape it across my ass and rectum before he'd pull out his cock and fuck me in front of paying customers.

My depression glass. I've been collecting it since I discovered local auctions. It's so pretty!

Live Aid shirt. Got it at the show. Still fits.

Pigeon Forge pottery mugs. I’ll take anything I can find, but am always on the lookout for the ones with the bear on them. They’re not valuable, but sentimental.

My nine-year-old rescue dog. In August I will have had her a year. I just love her, she's a little Maltese and is so sweet.

OP is 300 pounds and has a closet full of muumuus.

@r96, Dogs are always the most precious of all our possessions 🐕 🥰

I have over 30 Precious Moments in my basement.

The ticket stub from my very first big venue concert. Depeche Mode - The Devotional Tour 1993

I loved Pigeon Forge. It was so beautiful.