Once upon a time I admired a robe on display at an antique shop. The merchant shared its fascinating if fantastic provenance: that it was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for his mistress, their affair was tempestuous, she nearly perished in a fire...a fire she may have started on purpose. Wow. The robe was no longer just an attractive ornament, it was an emblem of crazy love. Who knows if any or all of it was true.
I just ordered the newly released book, Significant Objects, a collection of stories written by popular authors about seemingly ordinary thrift store items for auctions on EBay. How much value could come from their turn of a phrase, spinning a tale, telling a whopper?