When my husband Soren was in his early twenties, he and his hooligan buddy Jay used to cruise the country in Jay’s Oldsmobile Eighty Eight — just two Montana boys, one enormous car, and the open road. They smoked, of course. Jay had mounted a bronze globe cigarette holder on the dashboard of the car for easy access. He’s smooth like that.
Soren eventually inherited the globe. But by the time I met him it was mysteriously broken. Too many tobacco-stained fingers yanking at the orb’s northern hemisphere had finally taken a toll. Soren tried to show me how it had once worked, but it just wasn’t the same. The explanation ruined it.
I generally don’t approve of hooliganism or smoking, but Soren loved that globe. So I found a shiny functional one on ebay, and I bought it. He was ecstatic. And we both agree it’s the coolest thing we own.
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isn’t Jay’s old car. His was two different shades of rust.
I entered my green dining room in Apartment Therapy’s Room for Color contest in the “cool” category. (Cool as in color). I’m not gunning to win or anything — my room is not the cutest contestant. But it has been so gratifying to read the nice comments. If you’d like to vote for me, go here.
PS. I totally agree with commenter kwhit9tl. This room is crying for a rug.
PSS. People have some mad talent for using color. This room makes my heart melt. And how fun is this one? I freaking adore that mustard bench. And Natasha’s porch has me green with envy.
One of my favorite parts of fall is the food. Now that the weather has turned chilly, I’ve been on a soup bender. This one will warm your toes quite nicely. Enjoy it in front of a crackling fire. If, like me, you don’t have a fireplace, now is the time to pop in your fake fire DVD. Continue reading
Welcome to the most boring room in the house — the pantry. But now consider this. I live in an apartment in New York and I have a pantry. And that pantry includes a washer and dryer. Jealous?
No? You own a sprawling house with a pantry, AND a basement, AND tons of closet space, AND a guest room, AND a kitchen floor that DOESN’T make you want to weep with shame? What’s that?! You have a fireplace too? You bastard! (Just kidding, I still love you).
As grateful as I am to have a pantry, I’ve struggled to figure out how to arrange things. Junk tends to accumulate in the bare spaces. So I made a few updates. Can you spot the changes? Continue reading