I firmly believe that the glut of home how-to and design blogs exist solely to make me feel bad about myself (and my narcissism). They make me jealous. My apartment will never contain a cheekily reupholstered couch (the cat will just ruin it), or a darling set of succulent plants (I kill everything), or a well-appointed and tasteful set of throw cushions (again, the cat).
It’s irksome, but I deal in my own way, which is to throw side eye at anyone who tells me about how they decoupaged a set of dinner plates. The guy/gal behind the Tumblr “Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table” has their own method of dealing. And that’s giving all the “fuck yous” to these preciously curated homes. Fuck your hat branch, indeed! [Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table]
Unfortunately, an opportunity was completely squandered and Ice — nee Robert Van Winkle — did not name his lighting company Lights Lights Baby. Check out a couple of different videos featuring Ice talking rather passionately about lighting at the link. [Laughing Squid]
When it comes to interior design, I’m fickle, which is why I’ve never bothered to paint the walls in any apartment I’ve ever lived in. What if I get sick of the color? Or decide half way through that it should be a slightly lighter blue? That’s why I’m a big fan of removable wallpaper decals. They’re all the beauty of a wallpaper or paint job, with none of the permanency. Use them to create an accent wall, or highlight a favorite piece of furniture. And when you’re over it? No big deal, just peel ‘em off. No muss, no fuss. Keep reading »
The scents of Christmas are so played out. I don’t want my house to smell like fir leaves and pumpkin pie this holiday season, I want it to smell like freedom. The olfactory equivalent of a motorcycle ride along the Pacific Coast Highway. The Easy Rider candle will fill your home with the scent of leather, tar and woodsmoke — I like to think of it as the smell of wind in your hair. Burn, baby, burn. [$48, The Motley via Outblush]
When I was a kid, my mom always got the Lillian Vernon catalog. Because that was a million years ago, it was an actual paper catalog, and I used to peruse all the weird toys and products, begging my mom to buy me yet another sticker book, or a colored pencil set. While I’m not sure that the paper catalog still exists, you can find the wacky world of Lillian Vernon online, chock full of bizarre things you didn’t know you needed, and probably don’t. But come on, if you can’t spend your money on plastic knickknackery and personalized pet food bowls, then you’re not really living, are you?
Your evening guest might think twice about banging you in these beds…
Because I’m a jealous and petty person, I can’t stand to read lifestyle/home/craft blogs. Who are these people with endless amounts of free time, money and craft experience who seem to effortlessly turn their homes into the back page of a Martha Stewart magazine? They obviously don’t have cats. And because I’m jealous and petty, and not going to subscribe to Folk Magazine anytime soon (though they keep threatening me with a subscription), I need shortcuts to elevate me from sloth to semi-functioning, well-designed person.
Which is why we’ve collected a bunch of easy, really easy, tips to help make your house one others can be jealous of. Keep reading »
As a person with a moderate case of OCD, nothing stresses me out like a tangled mess of wires and electrical cords ruining the otherwise pristine ambiance in my home. So I fell in love with this sleek and compact plug hub that has room for a power strip, contains three cord anchors for hiding longer cords, and can either sit on the floor or anchor to the wall or even underneath a desk. I can’t wait until mine arrives in the mail and I can spend an evening drinking wine and finally tiding up the only eyesore in my precious abode. Shut up. This is the kind of night us OCD types live for. [$24.99, Quirky]
Jane Austen was the original homebody. She knew how to make the most of her alone time. Remind yourself that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than curled up, reading a book alone in bed every time you approach your front door. And if you have any visitors — a Mr. Darcy or a Mr. Knightley, perhaps — this doormat shall remind him to wipe his feet before he enters. [$40, Etsy via Outblush]