Design Crisis: Now With Email That Works!

An embarrassingly long time ago, our email stopped working and Karly and I were both just too busy to deal with fixing it. So if you tried to email us and got a message that left you wondering if you had accidentally contacted Ice Planet Hoth instead of us: Sorry. The good news is that our email is back in full force and WE READ IT. I'm not gonna lie, a lot of it is junk. But since we turned our email back on a few weeks ago, well -- as Karly said -- it's raining awesomeness. People have given us money (we wish we could run an ad free blog, but we are poor folk), people have invited us to do stuff (Ike's nursery is up at Ohdeedoh today!), and some other super secret, super good stuff has happened, too.

We can't tell you about that part yet. Bummerz.

But rest assured that we will tell you more than you ever wanted to know about it at some point soon. And know that your email will get to us... I'm talking to you, Margaret Russell. You were trying to contact us for help running the Conde Nast empire, right?

This flurry of activity has been amazing, but I also have a giant photo job going on, so today I'm just going to have to leave you with this:

This image was made in camera (no photoshop tricks, save the vector line overlay) by Dan Mountford, a 19 graphic design wunderkind, and it pretty much sums up my state of being right now: a little fuzzy, a lot dazzled, and dreaming of fantastic adventures.

Gotta get to real work now. In the real world, there are bills to pay.

Back tomorrow with a fancier post.

The Best Craigslist Post Ever

Before the blackouts started in Texas, I was a craigslisting fool. First I sold this:

Then I sold this:

Hooray for me! Now all of this purging has opened up the extra space (and cash) to -- wait for it -- buy more stuff off craigslist. Thus far, I've been pretty restrained in my purchases. I did buy this rug for Ike's room:

But that was a necessity... relatively speaking. I know. It's a hard luck life I live. Anyway, I've been trolling craigslist like a crack addict, hoping to score a new (to me) headboard or perhaps even a fancy dresser, when what did I spy with my gimlet eye but this --  the most amazing craigslist post I have ever seen:

Queen Bedroom Set w/ Dressers (Black)

selling my bedroom set. its all black with a tempurpedic mattress. the only pics i have are with my friend and the snake so disregard them.

Yes peeps, this is for real. And still for sale. Now, close your eyes and try to remember what the bedroom set looked like... What's the matter? Can't you remember? For the life of me, I can't imagine what may have turned your attention elsewhere.

Happy Friday! Hope you stay as cozy and warm as a snake in a den.

Only in Texas

I hope you have protective glasses on, because your retinas are in serious danger of permanent injury. Like, bleeding, pulpy masses of eye goo. In fact, I thought long and hard before posting this. Here at Design Crisis, we pride ourselves on posting pretty pictures. Sure, you may not always agree with our taste, but you must think that our offerings are aesthetically pleasing on some level. I'm not sure how to put this delicately, but the following Houston McMansion may kill you. It will surely haunt your dreams. This is your final chance to run...

I hope you appreciate the mortal peril in which I have placed myself just to post these, but you probably don't. You probably feel incredibly violated, and I can't say I blame you. I can't decide if this house or Rick Perry makes me more ashamed of being a Texan, so really this post is all about my guilt. Sorry.

You don't have to agree with my politics, it's cool. We can get together over drinks and discuss why you are wrong -- I'll still like you afterward. Hopefully, you will still like me. But you must agree this is one of the ugliest, gaudiest homes you have ever seen, otherwise you may need to get your jollies elsewhere. So, I guess there's the line in the sand.

For everyone still reading this blog: I love you, and I promise I won't ever hit you again.

See the whole travesty here, if you dare. Found via Curbed National.

ps: I kind of think the blue room is the worst. That ceiling fan! Discuss.