Yes or No?

January 21, 2011 erin

I'm starting this new column because sometimes I come across things for which I genuinely can't determine my feelings. That's where you come in, and isn't it comforting to know there's no wrong answer? It's not like I'm a teacher, slamming the sledgehammer of knowledge across your knuckles when you answer incorrectly, or like your boss who thinks the answer to improving performance is assigning more TPS reports. I'm even nicer than your kids -- I promise I will never scream at you in public if I don't like what you're doing. Just playing along is alright by me.

So: Yes or No?

Maximo Riera's Octopus Chair. Hip Lovecraftian throne, or nightmare from the deep?

Please please please don't forget to tune in early next week for my big reveal of Ike's nursery/playroom redo! It's almost done and it's looking pretty cute, if I do say so myself...

Happy weekend, ya'll!

Oh! PS:

It appears Apartment Therapy's annual Homies bizness is going down, so if you feel like heading over HERE and nominating us, Karly and I will be your eternal wives in heaven. That's a pretty good deal, right?

Redesigned Ditties: Legs

January 19, 2011 erin

She's got legs, she knows how to use themHot for turned legs, I can't stop cruisin' them So good it's no wonder someone made them

Would you get five of them if you could only find them From victorian, to the fifties Vintage shines bright

She's walnut down to her nails She's got burl wood right up to her dovetail Every time I'm plannin' to put her to use

Everybody comes to me, to see if they can mooch She's so fine, she's all mine Go get your own tonight

She's got legs, she knows how to use them Hot for turned legs, I can't stop cruising them Cost more than a dime plus half of my mind

Stayed out all night thriftin' through time Oh, I want her, said I got to have her

That chair is all right, she's all right

Click to play the original version.

[Marie Olsson Nylander, Darryl carter, Babington Hotel, Skona Hem, Jessica Helgerson, Desire to Inspire]

Istanbul, Are You a Turkey?

January 18, 2011 erin

Because I'm already tired of 2011 (it's not too early, is it?) and find myself yearning for a vacay, I keep lying in bed at night dreaming of this hot and sexy hotel:

The House Hotel in Istanbul is the kind of hotel you bring to meet mama. Sophisticated, well mannered, and clean behind the ears -- I think he's a keeper.

But what if I just have my vacation goggles on? I've dated hotels before only to find dirty little secrets, like rock hard uh, mattresses pressing into my back... that's just nasty.

Maybe you could be my super supportive bff and help me size THH up? You can? Great!

Me: ZOMG look at those FLOORS! And the moldings! THH has the bones of a god, right?

You: Totes, but that couch looks really uncomfortable. Maybe THH needs a lil meat to squeeze on them bones. At least he isn't afraid to watch 30 Rock reruns with you at 2 am. Bonus.

Me: What exactly does he expect me to do with that? It's so... small. And a stool? At a work desk? Who does that! It's almost like he doesn't expect me to use it at all.

You: I don't think he does. That bed is totally giving you the look.

Me: Ohhhhh! I get it! But what if I'm not ready to go to there yet? I mean, I'm easy but not sleazy. Do you think he'd be cool if we just kicked it for a while and got to know each other? I'm so not looking for a one night stand...

You: Well, it obviously looks like he can play it casual, but I just don't know if he's relationship material. Maybe some bitch broke his heart in the past? Because he totally has his guard up. Who knows? You could be the girl to break past his strategically placed defenses.