I love rooting through second hand stores. I love the detritus of life. It’s memory and archaeology. I like odd things, or finding something that just appeals to me, whether it has real value or not. It’s sublimely sad, comical, depressing, and fascinating all at once.
I also like horses and teacups.
Noritake cup and saucer. I’m not sure what the horse tile is made of, or what sort of provenance it has. It’s pretty to me.