That is one of the most incredibly depressing things Iāve ever seen. How vapidly devoid of joy must your life be to have to pay someone to go to The Pier, rip off the price stickers, then sell you completely meaningless tat back to put on the shelves of your home.
my shelves are filled with memories, paintings friends did, flowers picked in beautiful places then dried, momentos from friends who come from a different cultureās weddings I was honoured to be a part of.
better that then tit with no connection