Knick Knacks

On the odd occasion that I do some dusting (hate dusting), I come to this bedroom windowsill and wonder why I have these little ornaments when they are definitely not something I would choose to have around. I suspect they came from my mother's house, as she loved these kind of things, or maybe she bought them for me. They are 'fine bone china' whatever that is, and they have names, so I suspect that they are not entirely worthless, as the term 'knick knacks' tend to imply. But then I don't like them, so maybe they are worthless knick knacks to me. And they need dusting, which is not good. I am not sure how much longer they will be here.