something concerning everything occurring

I spent a couple of hours in my favorite Chicago secondhand store this week. It amazes me that things can look so mundane in a thrift shop pile, and then take on a new life at home. Finding a use—the perfect use—for something that's been discarded gives me the same satisfaction as creating. I guess because I am creating. I'm creating context.

Bits of this haul: marble trivet and little ceramic pot, textiles, clothing, faux fur cap, and a rug for our snowy boots. (And here's one from last year.)