I am an obsessive planner, list maker, crosser-outer, and writer-downer of everything I do and have to do. I’ve always kept a Moleskine planner, but when I saw this bright, color blocked 2012 Daily Planner by Julia Kostreva, I had to switch over. At first its size was a bit daunting, as I’m used to pocket-sized, but I soon grew to love the ample spaces for each day, the big monthly calendars, and the extra blank pages for notes. The year has still just begun, and you can pick up your own planner by Julia (in any of 5 cover designs!) here.
The kitchen has become the center of life around here. The office is still a wreck and our living room chairs don’t have cushions, so after breakfast we just set up computer camp at the table. The kitchen gets beautiful light every morning and we’ve filled it with plants, fresh flowers, and our favorite candles. A painting by my mom (titled “Bootsie at the Egyptian”, a cat that lived at the Egyptian apartments with her in San Diego, well before I was born) hangs on one wall.
Other stuff, mostly plant-related: A few Boskke hanging planters hang next to the best plant-printed mirror we found at the thrift store. And tons of little plants in pots and jars. I love vintage milk-glass jars as mini planters (there are a ton for sale on Etsy). My mom made the ceramic goldfish planter. We also recently replaced our terrible temporary Ikea chairs with some great old Thonet-style bentwood chairs.
Several months ago, in San Diego, I found a little orange enamel bowl all alone on the thrift store bric-a-brac shelf. I used it for cereal and soup and all the usual applications of a bowl. The little orange bowl was happy to have me as a companion, but I knew deep down he was always a little sad when it was time to go back up into the lonely cabinet. The bowl made it all the way across the country with me to New York; I couldn’t leave him behind.
Then, last weekend, while looking around at vintage-y stuff at the Brooklyn Flea I found his family! There sat a little stack of yellow, blue and green enamel bowls! Now they are all very happy together. You can imagine the excitement they shared upon being reunited.
(I think The Brave Little Toaster really affected me as a kid.)