Cute coasters are a cheap, easy way to spruce up your table top and prevent those dreaded moisture rings your mom always flipped out about. Making your own coasters is even better, because they’re also a conversation piece. Can’t think of anything to talk about with your party guests or your awkward friend who invited herself over for dinner? Just hold up a cute coaster and say, “Check this out: proof that I am crafty and clever.” OK, maybe it’s not the most enthralling conversation starter, but it is a start. Click through for eight DIY coaster ideas…
Pardon my French, but it’s fucking cold outside. I think most of us in the path of this vicious polar vortex are wishing we could curl up in a warm, cozy bed and not get up until sometime around May. Instead, we’re sitting at work dreading the frigid blast that awaits us when we leave. Sigh. What better time to partake in some comfy bed porn, right? Click through to see 15 soft, warm, pillowy places you’d rather be…
Let me divulge a well-known secret; I am a type A homebody. By definition, I love to spend time at home, but can’t sit still long enough to make a dent in the couch. Don’t be fooled: if you find me cuddling with a blanket, I’m still budy making a mental checklist of all the tasks to do that day. I often start with baking and quickly find myself moving bookcases. This year, my New Year’s resolution is to challenge myself to take on 10 domestic projects (some more glamorous than others) that I’ve yet to tackle. Keep reading »
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…