Monthly Archives: August 2009


Condo Crawlin’

Here’s a puzzler: You’ve lucked out with some pretty great neighbors and you want to figure out a way to get them all in the same place at the same time to share some food, drinks, and conversation. The problem lies in the fact that since we all share the same tiny floorplan, there was no real way for any one place to host the wholeKEEP READING >


Secrets In the Closet

Psst. I have a dirty little secret: My closet is a mess.  Something had to change.  Every morning became a daily battle to find the day’s outfit, only to be discouraged by the mess of clothes and wondering where I put my shoes.  Every girl knows that a snappy outfit means a happy day, and I just wasn’t able to pull together thoseKEEP READING >


This Little Light of Mine

… has made all the difference.  Suddenly, we’re seeing a side of our room we never knew we had.  Perched on our end table, this pint-sized lamp illuminates all the right places.  Now our living space feels twice the size, and twice as nice. Dare I say it was scooped up (sans shade) at a friend’s stoop sale for just two dollarKEEP READING >


DIY: A Place To Perch

This past June, Scott and I packed our bags and headed south to Cincinnati.  Every trip home includes a few of the same rituals: Skyline chili, Graeter’s ice cream, and the Peddler’s Flea Market.  Surely, you’re not suprised at my mention of the flea.  At this point, I think you’re catching on fast that this married duoKEEP READING >


Grandpa Jar

We’ve all been there: halfway through a major (or not so major) project when you realize you desperately need a random screw, nut, bolt, nail or washer, and nothing on Earth could convince you to ride, drive, or walk to Home Depot for the third time in a single day. That’s when it hits you: you need to dig into the Grandpa Jar. I gotKEEP READING >


Put a Shelf Under It

Got stuff? So do we.  But I say that very lightly.  I’m not a fan of things that clutter up a space for no good reason, although I do love framed art, plants, and Henry.  In that way, I’m a bit of a catch 22.  Browsing the mean streets of the flea markets, I often find myself with trinkets in hand, convincing Scott that we do have aKEEP READING >