Under Tiffany Lights

Sharing a story of a young lady we met in the shop.......

Under Tiffany Lights.....
Eventually, we pulled into the parking lot of a quirky consignment shop just around the corner. The storefront was adorned in garden gnomes, porcelain mushrooms and Alice-in-Wonderland-like décor.
For us, these were good omens; we were already far down the rabbit hole, mad and irrational for answers. The inside was similar: suncatchers splashed light across the walls, and on the walls were shelves of tiny vintage soup tins. Designer scarves were stuffed in cookie jars - former wedding rings glistened under Tiffany lamps. In the corner slept an old German Shepherd. A woman sat in the middle of the store, surrounded by tables of cake trays and mini pastries. She wore a shawl, or maybe she didn’t - but the suncatchers glimmered around her giant desk, which was adorned with crystals, purses, brass rings, orchids, and pink papers. ​

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