March 5, 2010
I love that I was caught up in the whirlwind of House Beautiful’s recent “Blue Chair Hunt” contest. Even though I didn’t win big, it felt good to win at all…I never win anything!
Here are some images of the other chairs that I coveted but did not score:
Check out more images from House Beautiful’s Flickr Photostream.
Which is your favorite?
March 4, 2010
Funny how my last post was about free furniture, because, I had a little bit more free furniture luck shine down on me again today.
House Beautiful has been sporadically placing blue chairs around NYC the last two days, in honor of their upcoming “Blue” issue. They have been giving hints of the chairs’ whereabouts via Twitter, and I have been furiously following their tweets.
Alas, they never ventured towards the Murray Hill/Flatiron District by my work (they were, however, only a few blocks from my apartment on the Upper East on Tuesday. Drats!).
With each tweet, I crossed my fingers. Finally, the very last stop was posted. Rockefeller Center. I’m not near there, but I figured, what the heck. The prize? A beautiful Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams ‘Wyatt’ chair. Obviously worth skipping lunch for, so I set off.
Two other chairs were being given away, but they were kids’ chairs and, since I don’t have kids, my mind was set on the MGBW one.
I get there with 15 minutes to wait. I linger, my eyes frantically searching around the ice rink, ready to pounce on any blue chair I saw. Little did I know, another design savvy tigress was snooping around. The chairs finally arrived and she was just a bit more fierce than I. The chair was beautiful, but not worthy of a hospital trip (and to tell ya the truth, after seeing it in person, I’m not sure it would have fit in my apartment).
It was like an insane version of musical chairs. But with a single, oh-so-lovely chair. But I lost the big prize.
I then thought of my senior editor, who just gave birth to two beautiful babies, and claimed one of the kids’ chairs as my own on her behalf. She appreciates good style, and I know little Hunter and Penelope will one day enjoy it.
I’ll post more images from the blue chair hunt later this week!
Congrats to all the winners and thank you House Beautiful! What a fun contest!
January 15, 2010
I’m going to be on vacay for the next week, so no posts for awhile. Well, I won’t be on vacay per se, I’ll be playing tour guide to my family that is coming to visit me in NYC, but that’s equally as exciting!
Have a great week!
November 3, 2009
In my circle of friends, I’m known as the “Martha Stewart” of the group, so as my best friend’s birthday neared, I jumped for an excuse to break out my skills. And her being a Halloween-fanatic made it just that much more fun.
Her favorite aspect of Halloween is pumpkins, so I did a theme around that.
Hope everyone had a lovely Halloween!
October 22, 2009
The other day, I wrote about handwritten letters and it reminded me of how my grandmother used to handwrite all of her delicious recipes onto index cards. And though the cards are now beginning to yellow and the ink is beginning to fade, I loved looking at them when I was at my mom’s house last Christmas.
I can barely make out my grandmother’s scribbles, but I can’t wait till her recipe cards are passed down to me when I have a family to share the delicious recipes with. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to share them with you, too.
October 17, 2009
I hope you all are enjoying this fall season as much as I am.
I recently took a trip to a quaint little town for an afternoon of apple-picking. It was such a pleasant change for my city senses; the crisp fall breeze, the fragrance of nature’s apple and hay potpourri, the scent of homemade cider wafting from the farm, and the sound of families bonding.
Thought I’d share some of my photography from the day with you guys:
August 5, 2009
New York is full of ambitious 20-somethings trying to get that red high-heeled foot in the door. Some in search of money, some power, some passion, and some are in search for their soul. They’ve come from near and far, all drawn to NYC like a mosquito to a light.
Luckily, I have managed to find my place. I came here hoping to satisfy my passion for my industry, and have blessedly done so. But during my search, I have come to know some amazing people who have not only became my friends, but also my family.
While our little family has grown to a fair number of tight-knit folks, there are three girls in particular whose friendships I cherish more than words can describe. We all have that beautiful, cliche’ story to tell of how we came to New York, though, somewhere along the way, we found each other.
To honor this life-altering bond, we have decided to all get tattoos. This is the image we picked out, courtesy of Dragon Artz:
An image of the New York skyline, appropriate eh? We’ll more than likely just get the skyline and bottom design, sans the blue background. Even though the locations of choice are different (I’m getting mine on the back of my neck), they will all be of the same image…a permanent BFF charm, if you will.
I know this doesn’t have anything to do with decorating, cooking, or gardening, but I like to add in my little personal adventures every once in awhile.
So tell me what you think of the design (don’t be too harsh, it is permanent!)! 🙂
With that being said, I’d like to leave you with an excerpt from one of my favorite poems:
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter–the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last–the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company. .
–Here is New York by E.B. White