Stories from the Stalls
A vendor whispered that a floral teacup crossed three countries in a soldier’s rucksack. I bought it for my grandmother and learned later she collected the same pattern as a girl. Share your full-circle finds below.
Stories from the Stalls
A scratched jazz record came with a note: “Played on rainy Sundays, 1974.” When the needle dropped, the room softened. Imperfections became texture, not flaws. What imperfect item have you learned to love?