The other day, I was reading a story about echoes from books that have been read, perhaps even handed down from one person to another. The premise is that each tome carries with it feelings from the relationship between human and book.  

So when I visited a vintage flea market, I began to wonder about the lives that those objects had lived before. There were copper bowls, wooden triangles, furniture, clothes . . . all sorts of textures and patterns and histories.

I was especially fascinated by the colors in the peeling, distressed wooden pieces. What layers were hidden – or partially hidden – by new (now old) coats of paint? Here we see vestiges of golds, maroons, grays, whites and soothing blues.  

The allure of vintage furniture lies in its timeless charm, craftsmanship, and the stories these pieces carry. You don’t just buy furniture; you adopt a piece of history.  

-- Ella Everdeen