I'm not the tchotchke type, but I absolutely understand your position. My late-mother-in-law was paralyzed in her 20s, before that her dominant hand was mangled in another accident. Art was her life, and she re-taught herself to paint lefty. Shit, her lefty work is better than mine with my dominant hand. Anyway, she spent a lot of time painting those Christmas village houses and figurines and if a fat fuck broke one, my husband would likely murder them where they stood, lol. Those are the only reminders he has left of his mother's (niggers broke into our old house and stole everything else).  We have a special "fat couch" that's off to the side of the main, leather couch. Our leather couch is 5 years old and has no droopy seats or cushions, I'm trying to keep it that way :)