You never know when the best thing in the world is going to walk into your door.
That is how we met — my mom called Mitchell to give an estimate to repair my former husband’s (rip) Eames lounge chair — vintage, wobbly, and I wanted to sell it.
He came to give an estimate and left hours later, and we knew.
We give thanks for Charles and Ray Eames, for the wobbly parts,
for my mom calling him, and for the gift we are to each other.
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