I’ve often wondered what would happen if we peeked behind the curtain at the objects we consume daily – if we shadowed the chef of our favorite restaurants, if we were a fly on the wall in the factories of our favorite clothing brands. Would we turn away in disgust at the working conditions and
I listened to a fascinating NPR podcast this weekend about the history of housework and how new designs and smarter technology have – over time – shifted household duties, rather than replaced the labor surrounding them. Essentially, the saving of labor and the making of leisure are two entirely different things – we are saving
I’m in the thick of the “We have too much stuff” tornado phase again where my hands get all twitchy as I open the bathroom closet and paper towels spew out, multiple rolls landing in the toilet. (Why do they always land in the toilet? And why is the seat not down?) I’m making plans
Furniture with intention is something that – in my art directing days – I was incredibly drawn to. I loved learning that, historically, wingback chairs were stationed near fireplaces to keep warmth in the head/torso areas, while a chaise “daybed” was designed to encourage mid-day napping at noon. So naturally, the Growth Table from L.A.
Few things make me smile brighter than great design for a good cause – especially when an element of play is in full force. Enter A Doll’s House, a wildly successful fundraiser event in England last night that raised over £90,000 for KIDS, a national charity working with disabled children and their families. The gist?
I love when grown-up objects are inspired by kids. How could our lives not be inspired by these tiny creatures, begging us to slow down and look deeper and play longer? Such is the case with Ingrid Hulskamp’s latest collection: “En Voyage.”
Ken and I threw an impromptu fire pit party for Clementine Daily last week, and my gracious was it the perfect way to celebrate the warmth and beauty of fall. For me, the best parties are the last-minute, fuss-free ones where the food is cheap and the laughter is loud. No garlands, no place settings,
My parents were both school teachers, so we had no shortage of educational toys scattered about our home on any given day. One of my favorites were Tangrams – I fondly remember an entire summer dedicated to creating different animals from the colored triangles at my disposal. Now, a short 25-something years later, I still