I used to date a guy who never knew what day of the week it was or what date of the month or quite possibly what month we were presently living in. As someone who has built a career because I have an uncontrollable compulsion for detailed organization, I thought his inability to be aware of time was ludicrous. Until today when I showed up at ... read more
Perhaps pinterest should be to blame - I am consumed with the desire to trade in my reliable, albeit boring billy for a new quirkier bookcase. Being totally obsessed with need, everything I saw at the Brooklyn Flea had potential no matter how farfetched. If the price was right, the vintage soda pop in-store display would have been riding the ... read more
