my mother was sure to pass along her avid love of flea markets to me. (why, just last saturday in brooklyn heights, i found delicate cards from the sixties, already carefully signed in childish swoops.) not surpisingly then, i could amble through etsy endlessly. i recently came across this new shop of handmade delights, taza and the prince, for young ladies who like technicolor musicals, the letters of f. scott and zelda fitzgerald, and their own freckles.
(see also: the creator's rockstar diaries)
