In which I go shopping

Did I seriously get 5 Krenit bowls?

No. They're plastic bowls from husqvarna, and Krenit-ish. You can totally see the influence. Here's a closer look at the outer texture.

I'm pretty excited to get a chance to use them. They're almost too pretty to eat from.

Things were better when they were worse

Is it possible to have a crush on a piece of furniture?
Is it possible to have that weird celebrity crush on a weird piece of furniture?
For someone who claims to hate the 70s as much as I do, I have a serious furniture crush on lawn chairs. But not just any lawn chairs.
(Boston Bill)
The webbed-strap aluminium lawn chairs. The kind where the webbing disintegrated in the sun, so after about a decade their structural integrity was pretty questionable. The metal-armed ones would burn your hands if left out in the sun long enough, and the plastic always cracked on the plastic-armed ones.
I just... like them. I can't explain it. Maybe the photos can.

(Dreamijo)

(ixxidust)

(pixietart)

(Chocolate-Milk)
Alright readers, do you have any weird furniture crushes?

moo

I'm sorry for what I am about to show you.

Really, design student? You made a table shaped like a cow's udder? Why?
(A portion of the creators stated intent, respectfully stolen from Design milk, my go-to site for weird design stuff) "Udder Table depicts society’s dependency on milk while also celebrating the cow and her teats."
No it doesn't.

I consider it more a sculpture I would give to someone I did not like very much. I just not open minded enough to like milk-related things. I guess I'm lactose intolerant.

And now for something completely different: Another installment of 'People using chairs the wrong way'


Images stolen fromDesign Milk, and um Design Milk again

It's just not.

Vitra wants us to believe this is a chair.


It's not. I'm sorry. It's just.. not a chair. Where's all the chair-y bits?
Here's what gets me. Some eccentric guy probably carried one of these for decades. He'd pull his crazy belt-chair-seat-thing out in public, make himself comfortable, and people would think he looked like a complete fool.
Vitra has commercialized sitting on the ground.

Stolen from Design Milk

Why does the future have to be creepy?

Happy new laptop to me. It's fully working, I think. I have just enough computer knowledge to be a danger to myself and my files.

The future. Ray Bradbury had the visions of rooms where lights would automatically go on and off as people walked through their houses. The rooms with people would get the electricity, the empty ones get nothing. What an efficient, slick idea. This has not yet become reality for most people, but technology looks like it will fill the void. Yanko Design has released a motion detector for your electronics. Plug in your electronic devices into this, and set the timer. Enough time without movement and it shuts everything off.
The problem? just look at it.

Ohgodputitaway.
The future is going to be creepy. Actually, the room in that Bradbury story murders its occupants, so maybe this is easing us into that reality.

Image stolen from Cribcandy.

So refreshing

Sadly, the super awesome magical Dyson fan fund was exhausted by a rather expensive car repair. More pennies will be saved, however and I'll get one of my own eventually.
Right now, I'm in the process of a belated spring cleaning. My favorite part is the moment when I gather up all the things I no longer use, and recycle them/give them away/sell them. There's something liberating about not being tied down by things you don't need anymore.
How often do y'all go through this process? Are you constantly in the declutter mode or do you do it in one big event?

The road ahead

At least this time, I have an excuse for not posting recently. This blogger is now in Minnesota for the summer, having driven 2000 miles in 48 hours to get here.
A couple of things to look forward to:
Laptop version 1.0 is on its way out. Once I get the new one, I'm uploading a backlog of photos. Cool stuff abounds.
In just over a month, this blog will be going international. I'm studying abroad for a semester. Where? It's a secret... I'll let y'all know when I get there.

Okay, let's get to some actual content.
I sometimes I look at houses for sale because like to pretend I actually have money. This leads to unpleasant surprises.

Now that is an imposing entrance. This house could work, I said, throwing my imaginary pile of hundred dollar bills in the air.

Ooh, it's well landscaped. Not strictly my style but it works well for the neighborhood.

The rest of the house is motivated seller beige, but hardwood floors throughout. I'm liking this more and more.



















I just choked on my imaginary beluga caviar.
What. The. Crap. Does the homeowner really like the renaissance fest?

I'm drowning in knockoff old world furniture. The last vanity had the ostentatious dial turned up to 11, this one might be a solid 6, but that still doesn't excuse touching the ostentatious dial. Only Gucci is allowed to touch that dial, and even they don't turn it up that far anymore.

I'm so glad I saved my imaginary 1.1 million.