After yesterday's New York Times article about people who live in oil tanks but are neither homeless nor oil spill victims, I have decided to make a house out of empty coffee canisters.
The Philadelphia Inquirer leads its Home and Design coverage with a photo essay/meditation on the beauty of fall plants and seed pods. Do you think there was a special meeting called to weed out (no pun intended) the more suggestive compositions? The ghost of Georgia O'Keefe silently weeps.
Affordable art? In a town with a ton of art schools and arts non profits? Who would've thought?!!
But after all, it is not art that makes a house a home, it is the cherubs holding up carved archways. I genuinely love auction listings.
People in Connecticut like to make their beds. But the rest of us will politely ignore their advice on using two dust ruffles at once. Perverts.
Before you hire someone to renovate your row home, check their qualifications.