One and only good reason to love the second hand
I like second hand items. Obviously, their timelessness appeals to me, but above all, they all have this little something extra that new objects will never have: a story.
When I have a crush on a piece, I always try to imagine where it went. I observe its small signs of wear, to help me situate its past life. There's something precious about knowing that no two are the same...
And when I see the objects you unearth in the shop in your decor, thanks to the photos you so kindly share on social networks, it warms my heart. It's as if we had reserved a happy destiny for them.
Do you find like me that vintage objects are always filled with warmth?