The Thousands

Once every blue moon, I find a shop that makes me covet things I didn’t even know existed. Not merely like them, but need them; yearn for them; can’t go on without them. A hand-painted pleated silk scarf? A perfectly odd-shaped set of ceramic salt and pepper bowls? A drapey knotted necklace made in the far Northern Territory, on trend in equal parts navajo and fluro? Suddenly my former life seems incomplete.

The best part about FOUND is that your mother, brother and BFF will probably feel just the same way, if they know what’s good for them. The leather-bound sketchbooks or Swiss-designed mechanical pencils will make a suitably thoughtful gift for the ever practical father, and there’s a little felt so-and-so or Scandinavian building blocks for new babes (because who knows where to buy baby presents anyway?).

Dutifully purchased birthday gift? Acquired. Surprisingly nice baby present? Located. Something that I didn’t know I needed, but can’t live without? That’s uh, FOUND too.