When I was a thousand weeks pregnant, David and I were looky-looing a ginormous open house down the block from us—an event that typically brings all the neighbors out in our extremely real-estate-obsessed community. (#Angelenos.) The broker told me I should be sure to meet another neighbor who was also there looky-looing, who’d just delivered twins a couple of weeks before. So I did, and we had a great chat. Mostly what I took away from it was that she looked like she’d never been pregnant in her life—and I had renewed (and it turns out false) hope for my immediately postpartum bod.
Now our twins are eight weeks old, and hers are 12. David and I love walking by their house in the evening. It’s one of our favorite houses in the neighborhood—so quintessentially deco Spanish—and they’re often sitting on the front porch with their babes, so we exchange wisdom and pleasantries. It’s very 227 as L.A. goes.
Given their babes are four weeks ahead of ours, we often get useful information about the best twin baby products we’re going to be needing ourselves any day now. Thanks to this neighbor mom, I have a new list of amazing product recs I am completely drooling over. And of course, I have my own list of things I love and can’t live without—widsom I impart to anyone who listens. Without further ado, here they are: Read more…
As longtime host of G4′s X-Play (not to mention all-around adventuress), Morgan Webb has traversed the globe for work and pleasure. The frequent traveler has whittled her go-to assets to a pretty genius collection of items that make travel lighter, more comfortable, more efficient, and generally more pleasant. Read on for Morgan’s top picks, tips, and tricks: Read more…
It’s Black Friday at 8:39 a.m. My husband is at Lowe’s — something about outdoor lighting. I’m in bed with my laptop acting like a person whose body would physically allow her to sleep in. (Of course I’ve been up for hours puttering on the Internet, but it’s a luxurious fantasy, this “sleeping in” thing that I’m told people do on holiday weekends.)
Anyway, the aisles of Lowe’s tend to make my eyes glaze over. Home Depot is worse. (Why can’t those shopping experiences be more fun, like Target?) Do you know what I think about when I’m in Home Depot? There’s an old editing term that I’m pretty sure no one uses anymore: “MEGO.” It means “my eyes glaze over,” so if an editor scrawled it on your story somewhere, it meant your stuff was boring or meandering. I basically have “MEGO” running through my head constantly while in Home Depot. But I digress.
Despite my above-mentioned fear and loathing in big-box home-improvement stores, I am rather obsessed lately with small home improvement projects. And here’s a neat new item that might’s a bit more my speed.
Barbara Kavovit, a.k.a. Barbara K, known for creating tools meant for women, has just introduced her newest brand DIYVA (do you kind of love it?) earlier this month. Read more…
Even though I’m Jewish, I remember at least once writing a this-is-what-I-want letter to Santa. (That was every kid, regardless of denomination, right?) I remember what I asked for: a plastic candy-cane-shaped tube filled with M&Ms. Talk about squandering an opportunity.
This year, I’ve already gotten everything I wanted materially. We closed on our first home, so sweet and cozy I recall literally squealing when I first set eyes upon it. More recently, I got a new 15-inch MacBook Pro, which felt downright bougie as a replacement for my Flintstones-era, employer-issued 13-inch MacBook that approximated the max productivity of an Apple IIc. On a trip last month to Las Vegas on assignment, I sat down at the bar at the end of a long work day, promptly hit four deuces on a deuces-wild video poker slot machine, and marched right into Crystals at CityCenter to parlay those winnings into my first-ever Louis Vuitton bag — something rather shockingly out of character for my death-before-retail philosophy. And then, this weekend, we sold my six-year-old Madza (still “new” according to my previous attitude toward car ownership) that had recently developed major mechanical problems, and turned it into a 2013 hybrid — a fancier car than I’ve ever had or even wanted.
All of that is to say, my material desires are more than fulfilled (to guilt-inducing excess, in fact) and I want neither M&M-filled candy cane nor anything else. Except one thing: this cut-crystal glassware from Williams-Sonoma. Read more…
This is kind of a no-brainer of an idea, now that someone else — obviously with a highly evolved brain — came up with it: an easy-to-manage duvet cover.
You know how much of a pain it is to change that thing, which is such a large and unwieldy and badly designed item and you end up flapping your arms wildly, and eventually spreading everything out on the cat-hair-filled carpet just to wrangle it, which is totally something you were trying to avoid? It’s one chore that just seems so unmanageable and un-fun. (#Firstworldproblems, but still.) Read more…