Elana Safronsky, Managing Editor
Monday, November 2, 2009 1:05 PM EDT
It sounds like an oxymoron but if you think about it, I'm sure you can scour your home in your mind's eye, and come up with that one piece that fits the bill. In my house it's my dining room chandelier. I've many other pieces that I absolutely love that others do not, but the chandelier is always the first to get the slap in the face. It came with the house, it's chintzy, scrappy crystal, only one light bulb works and now it's falling apart on top of it all. It casts menacing shadows on the wall with its haphazardly shape and one bulb during dinner, but I simply cannot get rid of it. I don't know why. I feel like it lends my house that deposed royalty/drafty chateau look. (A girl can dream.) We asked some people on the streets of Toronto to denounce their beloved ugly ducklings, and I wasn't surprised to hear that most were up to the task...