My Hobbies: Collecting Vintage Map Pins

In a glass jar, map pins from the 1900s gleam—brass ones shaped like compasses, enameled ones with tiny flags. I found a 1930s pin in an antique shop, its tip marked with “Paris.” These pins once marked adventures or dreams, now preserving history in miniature. Arranged on an old map, they spark stories: Where did this pin travel? Whose hand once held it?

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