I found a crocheted tablecloth at the thrift store, soft with age and too pretty to leave behind. It had a tear in the corner and a few worn spots, but the pattern still held its charm. Instead of letting it stay forgotten in a bin, I cut it into long strips, stitched the edges, and turned it into a lace garland. Something once meant for a table now drapes across my shelves, my mantle, my tree. A small reminder that beauty doesn’t disappear when something breaks; sometimes it just needs a new pu