To all you poor souls in the throes of snowy disaster: I know you are without power, and therefore not even reading this (and if you have -- by some miraculous happenstance -- found electricity, then you are almost certainly doing more important things than blog trolling, like taking hot showers and cooking food and flushing your toilets), but I'm giving you all a shout out nonetheless. Because living like a cave (wo)man in the ice age is totally lame (especially in the absence of exotic fauna, like saber tooth tigers and woolly mammoths) but y'all are some badasses, so I know you're gonna pull through with style. Also, I would like to congratulate you on snagging the most bitchin' moniker for a natural disaster ever: Snowmageddon. There is solace to be found in that kind of excellence. Well, whenever you get around to reading this, just know that I'm rooting for you. And to show my support, I'm shining some bright lights your way. I hope this post finds you soon.
Blizzards suck, but white can still be alright. Bambi helps. via Damian Russell
Then again, nasty weather is the perfect excuse to get cozy and snuggle. via Andrea Ferrari
Charlotte Perriand fixtures light up my life. via Living Etc
I'm sure the view from below is thrilling. via OWI
Ok, is it just me, or do those pendant lamps remind you of skin? via Andrea Ferrari
Message to Mother Nature. via Designage
Might as well... SIT! Go aheaaaaaad annnnnd siiit. via Damian Russell
Calling all trapeze artists and lion tamers. via Sasa Antic
I love this headboard idea. via Style Files
Elton John is such a weirdo. via Pillow Mint
Matthew Williamson's neon lit stairway is pretty much the sole reason Benny Franklin got crazy with a kite during a lightning storm. Electricity is a beautiful thing. via Damian Russell
Alright people, let's work together to kick Mother Nature's ass and ensure there are no more natural disaster posts, because the only disasters we should be discussing are entirely domestic. Disasters like: Erin desperately needs a new couch! Erin is dying to move baby Ike's crib out of her room! When can Karly remodel her kitchen?!
You know. Important stuff.