Let me not delude you, my lifestyle of second hand treasures and found objects is not all games and fun. There are some sadder, tragic even, moments.

This scarf is one. She was perfectly folded. Creased in the way that only factory fresh scarves are. Neatly sitting on the exact corner of a desolate Saturday afternoon Bay St intersection. I scanned around, chased a few women, but could not find her owner and decided that some other not-rightful owner would adopt it soon if I did not.

Orphan: $0, sidewalk find.