We hung a piece of driftwood I collected (read: hoarded) above our front door and it makes me happy every time I look at it (read: hoarder tendencies). Or the candle Luke and I bought on a date day to Anthro. Its pieces like this that mean the most to me, not the latest trinket I picked up at Target. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE me some Target, but I constantly find myself reaching for things I don't need and don't really like after a couple of months.
What do you think about having pieces that mean something to you?