See, I love these. They so successfully combine my love for tiny old European cars and my need to sit on things, put stuff on surfaces and refrigerate food. And you know, if I had where to put them, they would be pretty hard to resist.
Except that then I would be furnishing my home with the chopped-up corpses of innocent Fiat 500s.
Fiat 500s would have to die in order to make up my sofa.
My furniture would be a cautionary tale whispered to wide-eyed baby Fiat 500s to scare them into behaving well.
I don’t have the heart.