I have always had a passion for flea markets. There’s something thrilling about rummaging through odds and ends, searching for that one hidden treasure among the discarded items.
This love for treasure hunting began when I was eleven, spending summers with my grandmother in New England. We would explore every flea market and street fair within a hundred miles, searching for what she affectionately called “preloved jewels.”Even now, as a mother and grandmother, nothing excites me more than sifting through trays of miscellaneous items, hoping to find a glimmer of something valuable.