Lisa Hall

Redemption, Repurpose, and Wooden Egg Cups

The jacket lay sprawled across the bed as if it had just returned from a shopping trip to Morocco, without so much as a Turkish coffee stain to show for it. Forget Morocco, a visit to the local fish market would have been a jaunt for this poor jacket, which had not been off its hanger in more than two years. I feel the accusation more keenly now as I look down on its pristine condition, and I am resolved to remedy the situation at once.