New Tuesday Thing!

I have been attempting, with limited success, to weed through my belongings in order to Reduce Clutter. I am finding all sorts of things in the process: old pictures, journals from Junior High, bizarre trinkets of all kinds. Because Scott is becoming increasingly intolerant of my shoving random items under his nose and entreating him to “LOOK! IT’S A ONE-ARMED JAPANESE STATUE I GOT IN FOURTH GRADE, JUST BEFORE A HUMILIATING BOUT OF LICE! LET ME TELL YOU OF ITS HISTORY!” I have decided to start a new feature here at Flotsam. It seems fitting, in a way, as one of the dictionary definitions of “Flotsam” is “discarded odds and ends.” Of course these odds and ends haven’t been discarded, but only because I have the habit of keeping my odds and ends and growing inappropriately attached to them.
As I decide what stays and what goes, I have also had an opportunity to notice the things that I keep not in one of my several black-hole-like boxes of ephemera, but out in use or on display, items I love, and I may showcase a few of those as well—sort of like Dooce’s “Daily Style” section, only without the style. And not daily, because that would be too much work.
So once a week, I will show you a treasured object or a half-forgotten photograph or a note from my freshman year of highschool. Sometimes there will be a story that goes along with this object, sometimes not.

So! Today I would like to present something I found in one of my boxes:
Fetish
You know that big bazaar-like pavilion by Grand Central Station, the one filled with little souvenir kiosks? I got this there, at a stand selling all manner of orthodox icons and painted boxes and such. I am not religious, but I liked the colors, and more especially, I was intrigued by this:
Foot
Gaze upon the Most Holy Foot! See how it glows! It died for your sins, and was reborn again!
Now, I am sure there is some explanation, some reason that Mary and a midget-y man-child Jesus are rising above a glowing orange foot set upon a grassy plateau. Something about Leprosy? Or WALKING through the valley of the shadow of death? Or washing the FEET of the poor—the aching, red, feet of the poor? But honestly, I have no interest in hearing said explanation, whatever it is, because it might spoil my nice Most Holy Foot Icon for me.