I still remember hauling in a battered wicker basket from a neighborhood yard sale while my two kids argued about whose turn it was to feed the goldfish. As a forty-something mom, my days are a patchwork of school drop-offs, soccer snacks, and neighborhood playdates where we swap recipes and the best spots to thrift. The kids help me sort little finds—an old lamp here, a framed print there—and we turn those discoveries into small weekend projects. Sometimes we even make crafts together; my son loved a cardboard stars tutorial we tried for a cozy reading nook. Those imperfect pieces…