I stopped at the secondhand store to pick up materials for my mixed media project.

There is something nostalgic and charming about old books. I spend most of my time picking up hardcover books, opening the flaps, and looking for interesting covers.

I was not disappointed. The colours and patterns were artfully aged. The pages were wonderfully discoloured.

I love new books with their crisp covers and never-opened pages, the promise of another world. But I ❤ old books, too, with their untold stories and their vintage character like a tattered and loved teddy bear.