Ready? Of course you are!
Which Completely Unnecessary Home Accessory Are You?
Others refer to you as "the original." You're the thing that makes humans say, "I don’t know what that is, but I must have seven." It's a lot of attention for just one object, but you handle all of it with poise.
Oh, the troubles you’ve seen. Oh, what the outside world has done to you. But these troubles have given you wisdom. And now you rest easy knowing that the nearby A/C blows at precisely north by northeast.
Your friendly an open nature would make you perfect for unlocking even the tightest door — if only you were real! Instead, you're a pile of replications used to hold some papers that might get blown away by an oscillating fan. Neat!
You’re so artistic! You’re so creative! You’re so good at DIY projects! But you’re not used for actual crafting — goodness no! — that twine is in the drawer by the land line.
You voice is truly one of a kind. There may hundreds and thousands of similar hens out there, but your "artisanal attitude" has given you your own "unique coloring and shape."
When given a single task, you do it perfectly. Who can hold a single flower better than you? NO ONE!
You're not just a collection of rocks — you're a collection rocks deemed beautiful enough to live in the interior world. It’s a designation you earned after years and years of tumbling through the roughest of rivers, and now you get to leave peacefully at the bottom of a glass vase.
Without people even knowing you're there, you brighten up a room. People may think you’re sensitive, but really you just have a lot of feelings.
Your strength is bringing together wicker balls in a delightful arrangement. Your weakness? Holding anything else.
You've never said sorry for being aggressive. You've never said sorry for being unsafe near children. In fact, you've never said sorry for anything because wooden sculptures can't talk.
Rough exterior, fluffy interior — you truly make the world a softer place. You may not be large enough to comfort a full human head, but you’re too adorable for anyone to really mind.
Your thoughtful nature works to solve some of life’s most important questions: Why am I here? Is this my intended purpose? When will the cat leave me alone?
You're super chill. Loafing around is totally your favorite activity. If someone mistakes you for actual moss, you respectfully correct them. You once made the pun, "It's Saturday afternoon — I ain't growin' no where!" and are still chuckling about it.
You are the physical manifestation of love: red, beautiful, and hella confusing.
You have the same qualities of actual rope: strong, sturdy, and weather worn. But instead of living on the docks, your habitat is now a nautical-themed guest room. (Hey, at least you don't get pooped on by seagulls anymore.)
You're part wind chime, part gong, and all aggression. Can guests touch you? Probably not! Can they bask in the presence of your strong lines? Yes, yes they can.
Your literary prowess can be felt from across the room. The only thing stronger than your prose is rope that binds you together. Your pages will never be filled with any actual secrets (you're kept in the very public living room), but it's fun to image that these blank pages are filled with the utmost striking scandals.
Well, aren't you supportive. You take pride in bringing out the best in others. And many unnecessary objects in the home depend on you to keep them safe. All hail the protector!