If we could build the perfect room from scratch, what would it look like? What features would it contain? Let's have ourselves a little daydream...Dealing with the near-inevitable accumulation of shoes by the door is consistently an issue for my clients, and probably for you, too. Those lucky enough to have an actual mudroom are in many ways unlucky when it comes to shoes; usually the more entryway space, the greater the shoe pile up. ...

This is a story. Over the past many months I have had the chance to test out every version of Miele vacuum that's on the market. Every one might be a slight exaggeration, but truly, at least 5-7 varieties, which in vacuum terms is a lot. I had long since broken up with shit vacuum # 1, and had broken up too, with what turned out to be shit vacuum # 2, after it failed ...

There are plenty of ways people excuse not caring well for their belongings. They don't pick up their clothes from the floor at the end of the day, they say, because they're too tired. They don't tend to their home because, they lament, they're too busy. They don't dust their bookshelves, vacuum out their cars, or organize their desks because, they swear, they're too anxious. But the real problem for such people isn't that they're ...

Hi Thursday, so nice to see you again. Speaking of, (what?) taking us out this week is the lovely work of Catherine Kwong Design, whose portfolio oscillates between effortless elegance and carefully executed glamour. Perhaps both characteristics are evident in the space down yonder--the designer's own digs (minus the first shots of the closet space; details). Do enjoy yourselves the tour, captured by the lens of Bess Friday, who gets my vote based on her name alone. ...

I don't know about your neck of the woods, but here in Seattle the September has done little in the way of diminishing the fruit flies. Especially given the fact that Seattleites as a societal sect are big fans of composting; the fruit flies are still happily flitting through the air like little brown twinkle lights, except, you know, without any of the twinkle and with all the disgust of a hoard of tiny flies ...