I’m a sucker for period pieces. Jane Austen films? I own them all. Mad Men? I’m obsessed. Happy Days? Aaayyyyy. (That’s my Fonze impression.) It should therefore be no surprise that I’m all over HBO’s Boardwalk Empire, a show set in Atlantic City during the prohibition era. It’s a semi-fictionalized glance into the world of the speakeasy, “classic” mobsters, and flapper dresses. The second season has recently started and we’re again treated to the show’s most enticing eye candy of all: Steve Buscemi sets decorated to exacting detail with the look of the time – the transitional period between art nouveau and art deco. If you oggle the fixtures during the show and ask yourself, “why don’t they make beautiful things like that anymore?” I’ve got a website you’re going to love. [click to continue…]
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Perhaps it’s the copious amount of Three’s Company episodes I’ve been watching lately (we now have the DejaView Channel) but there’s something about this Robert Abbey Parker Pendant by Jonathan Adler that I just love. I’ve also taken to Mrs. Roper style muumuus and having *wacky* misunderstandings with my husband … so … maybe it is time to change the channel.
Anyway, I think I really do legitimately like this retro-inspired pendant lamp. Do comment if you agree that it’s got some style or if you think I’m crazy. [click to continue…]
Alright gentlemen (and some ladies) – you’ve surely looked at the picture to the left, sneered and are about to hit that “Back” button with great haste (“That’s not a tool! That’s a frilly girly fluffy thing. That ain’t what this site is for. Hrrrmph.”). Well, hold on just a minute!
If there’s a daddy’s girl in your life, shrug off any thoughts that dealing with her room is strictly a mom job – thanks to the plethora of great online retailers, anyone can pull together a charming look for their kids and become their personal hero.
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I can admit it, I sometimes allow myself to get a bit spooked by the dark. As a kid I used to flick off my light switch and then take a running leap into bed, afraid that witches underneath it were going to snap at my feet and ankles. What makes that memory so absurd is that growing up, I had a waterbed (it was the early 80s) and anyone who’s familiar with a waterbed knows that there is no “underneath” to them.
As an adult, things have improved, but I’m still a little jumpy at night. Friends of ours have a long dark, narrow path between their home and the neighbors’ that we have to walk through to get to their main door (the front entrance is a work in progress) – and visions of witches have been replaced with raccoons, skunks and the odd irrational fear of Heath Ledger’s Joker (yes, I’m weird).
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