Broken In


To me, one of the joys of a “thing reused” is imagining its existence before it was mine. So much charm and character is found in something that wasn’t recently shipped over from China; something that had an owner, a lover, a life of it’s own before it came into my hands. But… one of the sorrows of a “thing reused” is that it’s not always in mint condition. Here’s a story about one such thing:

I have a sister-in-law who, besides being one of the World’s Most Incredible People is also one of the world’s best gift-givers. It helps that she’s practically a shop-a-holic; I am… the opposite. But there is one manner in which our shopping worlds collide: thrifting and vintage hunting. Continue reading