06/11/2026
The life of a secondhand brass vase.
“I started life decades ago, carefully cast, hand painted, and sent out into the world carrying flowers on someone’s table. I witnessed dinner parties, spring bouquets, and Eve a few dramatic family stories.
At some point, trends changed. My owls became old fashioned. I was tucked away in a cupboard and nearly forgotten.
That’s the thing about secondhand pieces. We’re only finished if folks stop looking.
Here I am, two wise owls, a brass collar that still catches the light, and enough character to put most brand new decor to shame. Not perfect. Not pristine. Just wonderfully owned and honestly, I think my next chapter with you, might be my best one yet. “