My little brother, Nic, always had nightmares about clowns driving firetrucks and evil Mickey Mouses. I, however, always had dreams about tornadoes and fires destroying my house. I mean, hell, my room was on the second story. 7-year-old Rachel knew she'd be screwed. I remember one night putting all of my stuffed animals in my daybed with me because the thought of losing them made me sad. Such a glass half full kind of kid, right?
Anyways, about a year ago I discovered The Burning House, a blog where different people share what they would save if their house were on fire. It really makes you think.
Falsa blanket from New Mexico - A special someone purchased it for me. The picture doesn't do it justice; it has tiny, colorful specs sewn throughout. Kewl.
1960s shift dress - My first vintage find, this dress will always and forever have a place in my closet.
Louis Vuitton purse - Worth lots o' doll hairs. Wouldn't want to lose this beaut.
Memory box - Full of photos, postcards, and letters, it has tons of sentimental value.
Pantone book - After officially being accepted to Chicago Portfolio School, I need it. Nerd alert.
MacBook Pro + Marc Jacobs case - My life is on this computer and the case was a gift from a bad ass guy named Chad Andrews.
Ray Ban aviators - I feel naked without them. They're my trademark, yo.
daily jewelry - Michael Kors watch, two rings, three bracelets. Gotta have 'em.
Rolling Stones "Sticky Fingers" on vinyl -This was my very first record, given to me by my Uncle Kevin. It's original, zipper and bulge and everything. I got my first record player shortly after.
Fleetwood Mac "Rumours" on vinyl - This was my mom's. She saved up her Dairy Queen paycheck and bought it when it first came out. It's a little worn, but it still plays.
favorite t-shirt - Seriously. Greatest shirt ever. EVER.
Chuck Taylors - I live in these bad boys.
Eleanor R. Bottlinger (not pictured above due to sketchiness) - She's my baybay.
So, yeah, that's that. Let's get real, though, I would be a panicky mess if my house were on fire. Like, crying and hyperventilating and then later dying from smoke inhalation from trying to catch my sketch ballz cat.
I asked The Duds what they would save.
Nicole would save her dog, Molly
|Quack, I guess.|
Caroline would save her Canadian passport
|I mean, with a picture like that...|
Megan would "definitely save" her Rosie O'Donnell Barbie.