All the little incidentals I’ve found inside vintage goods have been decidedly unremarkable, until recently.
It had all mostly been wadded up tissue or a handful of pistachio shells, but suddenly, tucked away into an inner pocket of a purse, I found this prayer card from a funeral. I blurred out the last name out of respect for the deceased.
My friend Kenneth once found a necklace in a mens’ suit coat pocket – a single pearl on a delicate gold chain. Doesn’t stuff like that make you wonder about who lived in the garments before you did?