I like the idea of bottomless pockets. I have decided that when I have my own place, it will be filled with every conceivable, unhelpful, and unnecessary knick-knack (I should clarify--my sword and musket collection), paddy-wack, curio, secret passageway, dead end, roomless doorway, and hidey-hole. As a child I was always in want of magic--I looked for it, found it (certainly), but it was never enough--it slipped through my fingers. One realizes with time that magic does not abandon you as you grow, but rather that it is not self-generating and requires a certain devotion to stock its stores.
That is why I vow to always keep pirate coats with bottomless pockets, filled with ever-replenishing supplies of of mints and sweets; double-bottomed drawers that hide treasure maps; yellowed, curling notes--scrawled with coded messages--tucked safely away in floorboards, in corners and under lamps and fastened to tables; hollow books for secret trinket trades.
If not pursued, Magic flickers out.