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What do you know? Life still has a few surprises up its sleeve. Shopping carts, for example. In the right hands, those rolling, shimmying stainless steel contraptions become absolutely stunning works of art. Bright, shiny, functional furniture. Minimalist showpieces.

The right hands, in this case, belong to Dutch designer Etienne Reijnders. He describes himself as a ‘headstrong designer who especially loves to walk the road of sidetracks.’ Great, now I’m in love. Those non-traditionalist types leave me weak in the knees.

No white picket fences for me. Give me a shopping cart love seat and I’ll follow you anywhere. Parking lot, street corner or bus shelter. Park bench or Park Avenue. Wherever, I’ll be yours forever. The recliner, too, is quite a handsome piece. Better, in my opinion, than a throne. They’re all gorgeous.

I envy any mind that can look at a shopping cart and see a table. Or a chair. Although the chair requires a shorter leap of imagination, considering we were all strapped in the confining and uncomfortable child’s seat at least once in our lifetimes. Not anymore — heh, as if we could fit — now we can spread out in luxury. They’re rumored to be unexpectedly comfortable.

It’s genius, all right, but I miss the wheels.

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