The Real Deal On Collecting

Years ago, before I had busted out as my designer-y self, Martha Stewart totally freaked my shit out over the idea of having a "collection." I *wanted* to collect stuff, but it sounded scary, and serious and overwhelming.

What the fuck was I supposed to collect? This decision seemed akin to deciding who you were going to marry. Choose wisely, cause you'll be collecting this shit for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Martha's collections were epic, natch. And if I was going to collect stuff too, of course I wanted to collect it like a fucking rockstar. But I didn't know what to collect, and I was afraid about pulling the trigger cause then I would be stuck with all this shit and maybe it wasn't the shit I *actually* wanted to be collecting? Drabware? Eh. Fiestaware? Meh?

So I did nothing. And then more nothing. And I got older and older and had no collections of anything. And then it just hit me one day: FUCK THAT NOISE.

And then I figured it alllll out! And it was easy! And I was collecting shit left and right!

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[COOL SHIT] Flexi Shelving

We all know that one of the worst things about living in New York City is the tiny, tiny spaces we live in. 

Sometimes, when I'm the mood to make myself particularly miserable, I'll look up rentals in places around the country and find that I can get a gorgeous three-bedroom Victorian house made out of gold for the price I pay for my miniscule one-bedroom in Brooklyn.  

Because of the small hovels we have to live in, we're forced to get creative to maximize our spaces.  This shelving, ($350 for one circle) is the perfect way to cordon off a studio so you can trick yourself into thinking that you're not paying $2,000 to live in one room where your bed is located right next to your couch.  

Trust me.  It's way better than tacking up a sheet, or gouging your own eyes out.

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Secrets From A Stylist Completes Me

Dear HGTV,

Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars. Just walk straight the fuck into the head of network programming, and tell that bitch you'd like to order a million billion eps of "Secrets From a Stylist."

I mean it....and I'm not playin around. Look, I KNOW you know that I've got a lot of bitchtastical things to say. And in truth, I think most of the shit on your network is a disaster. But the times are a'changin and for the first time, I feel like mebbe you bitches are getting that? Cause Emily Henderson's Secrets From a Stylist was everything your network is NOT: smart, chic, aspirational, young, fun, and not even a teeny bit cookie cutter.

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[NATE DAY 2.0] We Came, We Saw, We Ate Candy: Nate Show Recap

Dudez.

I honestly didn't even think this shit was possible, but lo and behold it is: I love Nate Berkus so much the fuck more today than I did yesterday. And I mean like love LOVE. This is no joke, ppl...my aim is T-R-U-E. My heart is literally bursting at the seams with Nate love juice, and if that sounds naughty, then GOOD. JUST GOOD.

Friday morn, @studiobrinson, her fab hubs @williambrinson and I went to go see a taping of Nate Berkus's new daytime show, The Nate Show. Here's the thing: I expected to have fun, get some free shit, and mebbe get some good hair care tips from Nate, but that was about it. But I really, really, really, super duper loved the show. Nate was adorbs, and humble, and charming (and yes, his hair was like whoa), the topics were fun, his set was gorge, and I just left so friggin ready to set my season pass...and I mean like HARD.

Here's what went down...

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Don't You Wish Every Day Was Nate Day?

I'M GOING TO SEE THE NATE BERKUS SHOW TODAY!

I'M GOING TO SEE THE NATE BERKUS SHOW TODAY!

I'M GOING TO SEE THE NATE BERKUS SHOW TODAY!

And I am d-e-t-e-r-m-i-n-e-d to run my goddammned fingers through that man's hair.

Stay tuned for deets and a full report in 3...2...

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