The tall metal chair w/ black leather is also from the street. It is an old timer, having been around since my parents' first visit. We were taking a walk in Hoboken one summer night, and this chair was next to a tree and garbage can, full of dust. This became one of my mom's favorite stories to tell other people about nini and me that we have so much harmony. "They saw a disgusting chair, and without any discussion, just one look at each other and a consensus was reached! I hadn't even seen clearly what it was, and the two of them had already carried it home!" I always get a bit embarrassed by her story, although I know what she meant. Her audiences mostly haven't seen the chair and have no idea about what it's like. I see them smiling, but I wish my mom can choose another example.
The short metal chair w/ black leather, guess where I got it?
....from the street, of course! It was broken and sitting sadly in the rain when I found it in Hoboken. I brought it home anyway and nini fixed it. After we moved to New York a few months ago, I was in the very stylish and prestigious Takashimaya store on 5th avenue when I saw exactly the same chair on the first floor, next to the finest Japanese scarf collection. I was laughing secretly and called nini right away.

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This entry really makes me smile. The synergy is sweet.
You really have to love those amazing finds, the rejected that mean so much to you!
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