My living room, which is to say, the entirety of my apartment, is a mess of loveseat innards. There are rolls of burlap and wool batting on the bed. There are the raggedy remains…
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Every once in a while, I write a round-up of very solid options for very necessary household staples and I put them under the umbrella of simple stuff. Today, I don’t have options to…
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In New York City there tend to be two types of closets: the ones that are too small and the ones that are non-existent. In this extremely simple project, Rose Pearlman solves for both.…
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In Brooklyn, a stoop is not just a noun, but also a verb. To “stoop” something is colloquially understood to mean the act of setting something out on a stoop, or sidewalk, with the…
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At the time of writing my fingernails are yellowed from the turmeric I used to dye cotton ribbons for my very-nearly-five-year-old’s birthday party. If it sounds like the stuff of an over-achieving do-gooder on…
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For anyone looking to give the mothers in their lives a little something special on Mother’s Day, this year as every year, here are a few ideas for the adventurous, thrill-seeking, tech-savvy, gadget-loving, handy,…
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I get more questions than I can ever field in a reasonable amount of time about kids and gifts and what to do about them. After nearly five years at this now, I’m getting…
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Neighbors and cakes just go together, don’t they? Need a cup of sugar? Borrow one from your neighbor. Short one egg? Knock next door. Beware the big bad wolf, et cetera, but a little…
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Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t read tea leaves. Not real ones anyway. Indeed, I’d prefer the leaves to stay mostly out of my tea. But I recently had folks over for dinner and,…
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My general approach to electronic appliances is to do without them. Our coffee’s made in a French press. Milk is warmed on the stovetop. I’d go without a microwave if our apartment didn’t come…