Fifteen years ago, people didn’t expect perfection from handmade things. They expected something else — something real. A pair of sandals wasn’t just a product. It carried the time, the touch, the small imperfections that made it yours and no one else’s. That was the beauty of it. That was the point. Today, everything is faster. People are used to clicking a button and receiving something “perfect” the next day. Standard sizes. Standard shapes. Standard lives. And somewhere a