When you spot a gorgeously crafted carousel in the middle of an overtly loud and crowded shopping mall (a place I've come to loathe venturing into), it brightens the day tenfold. That inner child longing for exploration and excitement beckons you forward, begging for a ride on the one that looks like an animated grizzly bear. Suddenly everything else disappears and you're in the moment and it in you.
Last year, hidden away in a dusty corner of one of my favorite antique stores, I discovered this decorative wooden bench. The $20 price tag and carved details were too good to ignore and I quickly scooped it up. Even with its (original) dingy blue legs and worn crushed velvet body, I hoped that one day I could restore its soulless existence into something more appealing. After a little black paint and the beautiful design of this hand-woven Malian mud cloth, it looks better than ever!