I didn't get much farther than the knick knack aisle. I find the silent sadness of out-of-context knick knacks hard to ignore. These are things that meant things to people. Eventually each was rejected, under what likely were unhappy circumstances--death, sickness, dissolution of marriage or family, loss of memory, of youth, of sense of fun.
They poke at at your heart with sad smiles.
They disturb. Is that a goiter?
These are thoughts that probably don't occur to most people.
Is the pink bow-tie pleasing?
No, it is not.
Our home is close to knick-knack free. We have a stylized wooden wood duck drake on the mantle, and a plaster of paris eurypterid that one of the kids made at science camp propped up in a plate stand atop a book case.
They are hell to dust around.