Archive for January, 2008
I absolutely love these Robo Stools (and actually, pretty much everything else) from 10Grain. What’s not to love about bent ply furniture with a face? A ROBOT FACE!
I only wish they had either different or more colors on the inside wall. They do have a Paul Frank version, with (of course!) mucho Juliuses, but who here isn’t tired of Julius? Orange you tired of Julius? (heh.) Yeah, Jules, we loved you at first — but then you went all all-monkey-all-the-time-all-over-the-damned-place on us and, well, enough already.Â
January 8th, 2008
Crayola Flip-Top markers…Â Â
do you even understand what this means? THE LIDS ARE ATTACHED TO THE MARKERS. ATTACHED I say!Â
My.
new.
favorite.
thing.
EVER!Â
January 4th, 2008
So I may or may not have mentioned something about my middle child’s love of water towers. It started when she had just turned two — we’re driving along peacefully and all of a sudden she screams, “WAH-TUH TOWAHHHHH!” Luckily, we have only two in town. But it was kind of a nice diversion, looking for water towers on trips, so we fed it.
We drove to Texas that year and, I don’t know if you’ve ever been on the Kansas Turnpike, but there is only like one place to stop per every million miles. And, seeing as that one place is stuck in the middle of, ummm, Kansas, it has to have it’s own WATER TOWER! One that you can run up to and stand by and get your picture taken with and try to look up to the top until you almost fall over.
It was funny, this obsession, but I thought she’d eventually outgrow it. You know, despite the fact that we constantly remind her that she loves them. This is how people get known for something. They say they like something once and then their crazy family latches on and inundates them with this thing until they either snap and tell them they hate said thing or all of those old crazy relatives die, finally leaving them mercifully alone.
So, the point is, as a mother it is my duty to drive my kids crazy so I may just have to break down and buy her this water tank bank. Because, you know, it’s there. And it’s weird.
January 3rd, 2008
So there are three houses with first graders on our block and Santa brought Wiis to two of those houses. Want to guess which house is Wii-less?Santa did, briefly, think about bringing a Wii. And then Santa thought, “Those kids are 6, 4 and 2 — why in the world would they need a Wii?!”
So are you feeling guilty now, Santa, feeling like you’ve doomed those children to be second-rate gamers for the rest of their lives? Nope, not so much. Santa knows that they have plenty of time ahead to be glued to a screen (see: me). Santa also knows that although their father would’ve surely enjoyed Wii-ing with his kids, that he also has a bit of a game obsession and that he’d be Wii,Wii,Wii-ing late into the night. Every night. And so we remain Wii-less.  For now. Â
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(oh man, you have NO idea how many times I mis-typed “Satan” during this post. Enough that I’m starting to feel the need to call in Max Von Sydow. What’s my New Year’s resolution? Exorcise!)
January 2nd, 2008
So one day, a lonely Aalto stool was sitting in a bar, and along comes an Emeco navy chair and sweeps her off of her (three or four) feet. They give each other the eye, clonk away and live happily ever after. And then, bingo, nine months (or 60-70 years) later, we have the Yorick stool from Zuo Modern.Â
Hooray! Who would ever have imagined that two of my three favorite chairs would get thrown together like this? Now, if they’d just invite an Eames shell chair over for a little swinging action…
January 2nd, 2008
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