In January of 2011, I was in Goshen, Indiana for a family funeral. It was a sad time, but also intensely beautiful. I spent lots of time exploring small shops (and coffee shops), walking around in the falling snow.
I particularly loved Graber|Found. I had a lovely chat with the owner about traveling the world (as he does to collect the things he sells – lucky duck).
I wanted to buy a handpainted Ethiopian Orthodox icon; instead I bought this tiny paper crane.
One lovely spring morning in New York City, I stopped in at Murray’s Cheese Shop for supplies for a picnic in Washington Square Park, among which was some icelandic yogurt. But to eat yogurt one needs a spoon, so it was a lucky thing that Murray’s also sells these little olivewood spoons.
The baguette, brie, and yogurt are long gone. The spoon remains.
recording memories, documenting history
Family lore says my maternal grandfather fished this teapot out of a trashcan while on his garbage collecting route. The spout is chipped, some of the enameled design is gone, and the lid’s been broken and glued back together more than once.
It still makes a mean pot of tea.