I have junk envy that is slowly turning into an obsession. This old, rusted metal stool has been sitting on this balcony for ages and I eye it every morning on my walk to work. I think I've been checking it out for the past few months, if not a year already. I know: creeper! So, since I
am one, I went ahead and took a photo to document its junky, raw beauty.
Voila! Those long legs, all rusted and old. That tiny little octagon seat. The legs have a detail that I can't really describe... okay, I'll try. It's a three-legged stool, with each leg consisting of two rods that meet at the bottom. I have half-decided to just walk up to their door and ask to buy it. They obviously don't need it; it's been out on that balcony since forever!
Look, here's a similar piece:
Imagine the poor people who live in there, completely unaware that I'm so fixated on their little old stool. But hey, you know what they say, one man's junk is another chick's treasure!
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