Fourteen years ago, in a tiny seaside village along the coast of Spain, a colorful broom sat in a housewares shop, promising the user joy when sweeping the floors. I had not seen any cleaning utensil this gorgeous in my homeland. Never mind that a broom does not pack easily in one’s luggage, never mind that it’s an odd souvenir to acquire, I just knew my daughter would love it and would want it when she had a home of her own! (My lame justification.)
Well, the broom traveled in my husband’s golf bag. My daughter loved it – although it’s seen fourteen years of use and she no longer wants it. And you can now find these colorful brooms here in the USA in many stores. No need to travel overseas with a golf bag.
I didn’t know you got that broom overseas! That’s a nice backstory 🙂