In anticipation of selling our house and moving south, we were going through some boxes the other day. One was filled with stuff my daughter had left behind when she went off to college years ago. A old jewelry box. Pens and pencils. Pay stubs from an after school job. Her high school stash box. And at the bottom - you guessed it - the little worn Moroccan coin purse.
Sometimes you can call things to you. Important things like friendship. Like love. And small things that have little or no value except to make you a believer.
And a couple of new listings on Etsy: