The things with which we surround ourselves
A lot on my mind these last couple of days. Tonight, I don’t have it in me to write about it. It will come. But in all of the fog, I’ve also been thinking about the things with which we surround ourselves. It’s part of a much larger conversation, something I’ll file under “developing interest,” […]
How cute are these?
Now that my house is all painted, something I didn’t think I’d be able to do (or have done, and choose colors) in a rental, I apparently want what I can’t have and have been strangely interested in pendant lights lately. Go figure. These caught my eye: I can’t decide if I like the yellow […]
My love/hate relationship with HGTV
My name is Emily, and I’m a design addict. My Google Reader is bursting with “homies” blogs and typography blogs and blogs with names like “Lovely Package” and “Happy Tape” (who knew cool tape – patterned, colored masking tape from Japan – could be so entertaining?) But none of it takes the place of flipping […]
Hedgefunds
I have a list of post ideas sitting in front of me, right here on a Post-it, but with no real clue about when they might actually happen. In the meantime, I’m trying to get all packed up and ready to go home for Christmas. My dad apparently had to use a blowdryer on my […]
Blog overload (and a little daily beauty)
I must admit that until about a year and a half ago, I didn’t pay any attention to blogs. I had read about the Huffington Post and some of the other big hitters, but never actually read them. To be honest, I didn’t really understand why normal people would write blogs—most people don’t have genuinely […]
Cleaning up and out
Norman Maclean was haunted by waters. I am overwhelmed by stuff. I am no minimalist, as anyone who knows me certainly can divine. As much as I’d like to be all Zen and unattached, I like things. I like buying things when I travel. I am a sucker for shoes. And being surrounded by my […]
I like writing, photography, reading, music, design, typography, paper products, days in the seventies and sparkly snow, Spanish wine and cans of PBR. I spent a year in Córdoba, Spain, working as a 
