[August 14th, 2015]
We made another new friend yesterday! She climbed the stairs to our loft around 7p to come in and inspect the Anthropologie Folding Tables she found on our site... and she left adopting them both, plus a few little extras... :)
I thought I would share a couple stories to commemorate these things, for the sake of having something to remember them by before they make their final way out of Wooster St come tomorrow morning.
So what's the story with the tables? Well, for those looking for really rustic, expensive, but arguably worth-it furniture, head over to Anthropologie.com — (second to LeavingWooster.com, of course! :)
These tables were purchased for our Spring St apartment. That gem of a place that we rented in 2013 had about 400 sq ft of inside-living space and 1000 sq ft of terrace, with a private elevator that opened to the "living room-kitchen-laundry room" (yes, it was really that small).
Somehow, I convinced Aviv that we had to live there, at least for a year, to add the extra small-living experience to our list of NYC conquers. Well, small inside-living that is...because the apartment had, not only one, but TWO private terraces overlooking Spring St on the north side and a view of the Financial District on the south. We obviously had no space for a dining table internally, so these folding tables served as our outdoor dining set-up during the summer months—the only time we could enjoy those balconies. So what? 2 out of the 12 months of the year? Pretty much. But wow, did we have some nice dinner parties (hello!! to all our friends who shared them with us, remember these tables?)...And then we moved to Wooster, and the tables got their chance to serve their real purpose as decoratives against the wall—showcasing some of our most prized nic-nacs.
And what's up with this wall mantra you're asking? We would like to argue that we all deserve to be happier than a bird with a french fry. And when we bought this wooden reminder back in 2011, we were on a weekend trip to Laguna Beach with our very best friends. We were there visiting my parents and ran into this in one of those California-themed furniture stores off Main St. We joked about how handy this mantra would be in the winter to-come, when we trudged through sleet and snow cursing ourselves for not choosing a place like Laguna Beach to build a life (the all-too-common New Yorker curse). We thought it might keep us laughing through it all...and the truth is that it did— and it has been a mantra we choose to remember every day, rain or shine, ever since.
Moral of the stories? A hefty congrats to our new friend! We hope your new furniture and items bring as much happiness to you as they did to us.
Until tomorrow, everyone! Enjoy your Friday!