
In response to the comment left on my last post about "Real Estate Professionals" I remain firm on my opinion and can honestly say that I know at least 85 "Real Estate Professionals" from working in the business and sure, there may be a few accidentals but 99.9% of them are overpaid chauffeurs that have a death grip on the market like some sort of corrupt union or mob. It is only a matter of time that your middleman jobs are phased out by better public search engines and settlement attorneys. Then they will have to go back to being pre-owned cars sales people or gasp.... go back to school for a real career that does not involve screwing homeowners. With that said.. GO POUND SAND
Here is solid proof that
A.) Realtors are morons . Have been and always will be. Especially the ones
that have not jumped the industry ship
B.) The Philadelphia real estate market is still not great
C.) You really need to think about whether the rest of the industry will want to
do business with the moron you hired. Think Housepad.com instead.
Another funny thing about this partnership is that they are called "Rich and Brooke."
Tonight I nearly fell asleep in my food. I can't imagine that I was a great person to eat dinner with but my neighbor Jeff didn't seem to mind. I apologize for many of my posts bordering lame lately. Its just have been so busy with Project Blancoyd and the parade of contractors that have been stopping by. I can count nearly 8 times in the last month that Comcast alone has stopped by to fix internet, cable or deal with me on the air conditioner they trampled in my attic. Anyway, I am happy that things will be back to normal soon.
Today I went to our mega mall, King of Prussia and tried on a pair of shoes at one of the department stores since the heel from my favorite black pair finally broke off. Since its just the mall and not a social outing I do not bother dress up. I really don't understand women who get glamed up for the mall especially since that is the absolute last place you will pick up a man- or at least a straight one. I then got the stink face from the shoe sales woman dressed to the nines while she watched me parade around in sweat pants and high heels. How dare she judge.
So, after watching her watch me I grabbed 6 additional pairs of shoes and told her to bring me them. I tried them all on with no intentions but to annoy her and then sent them all back. I then grabbed 5 more pairs of shoes and did the same thing. While she was in the back of the room putting away the shoes and loudly complaining (and probably my attire) to another shoe salesman about my indecisiveness I got up and went to another department where I paid my store credit card then left the building. I would rather partake in autodefenstration (new word of the day meaning to throw oneself out the window) than buy shoes from some saleswoman that acts like she owns the $700+ a piece shoes that she sells.
A while ago I got a recommendation from a former male friend to read a book with a very alternate philosophy on relationships called "The Ethical Slut." Although this little swinger hand book stirred some curiousity I just couldn't get past the cognitive dissonance it gave me with quotes like these...
"A ring around the finger does not cause a nerve block to the genitals."
"We measure the ethics of a good slut not by the number of his partners, but by the respect and care with which he treats them."
"A slut shares her sexuality the way a philanthropist shares his money —
because they have a lot to share, because it makes them happy to share
it, because sharing makes the world a better place."
Alright well I will let you be the judge on whether we should all make free hippy love or live in a swell little compound in the middle of Utah. I am just simply stating that starting a hiv farm is just not for me...
After reading the Black Apple post on the perfect couch I nearly went nuts looking for the name of a sofa that I once saw in Domino magazine. Lucky for me I was able to locate the magazine tear out of it while going through a big box of my favorite design images. The name of the sofa is called "Alleegasse" and it must be one of the most dramatic, high impact pieces out there but unfortunately these pictures do not do it the justice it deserves. It also has a great matching arm chair as well. Both pieces were designed during my favorite era in the year 1912 by the late Josef Hoffmann inVienna. Now just pair these up with a couple of Kelly Wearstler's balloon chairs, a sheep skin rug, over the top chandelier my dad's butcher block coffee table and you will have quite a room.
More often than not whenever I have entered a twenty something year old guy's apartment I found dorm room style furnishings that were built for survival of the teenage years supplied by mom and dad during middle school only to later be repossessed by Junior after college for the "the first big place." Typically the room will be fairly sparse with the occasional milk crate holding up an X-Box or Wii, a big screen TV and a few Periodic Table of Sex, Animal House, or Pulp Fiction posters lined up above the bed. Then comes the denim. Boy do men love denim linens!
If this sounds like your bedroom then this is the post for you! There is nothing wrong with the posters, video games and so on but the bedroom just isn't the place. Especially if you ever plan let the ladies hang out in there while you show off your guitar skills.
A week ago I received an email from a man that complimented me on my taste and asked me for a little advice on his bedroom. Being a sucker for kind words I just couldn't turn the guy down so I told him to send over some of his best bedroom shots. Although his bedroom does not contain milk crates and I haven't seen an X Box or goofy posters, it does have that sparseness element that really lacks the personality of its owner. I also noticed that the arrangement was kind of predictable, and the furniture style was a bit ho-hum. Lucky for him all of this can be changed very easily. Here are a few of the pictures that he included in the email. I am hoping that he does not mind me responding to him publicly. I just thought it would be best to address a few other men who have asked for my help with very similar set ups and I feel that more than one guy can benefit from this post :)
Here is the inspiration photo that Mr. Anonymous sent me. He said that he likes to keep things relatively simple and really likes the color navy blue. Plus he dug the stripes in the inspiration picture.
Ok, so here is my little starter prescription Mr. A's man space that won't require a dumpster out front or an insane amount of cash. The room that I would put together would be luxurious in a subtle way (no Louis chairs- haha), with a masculine color palate that can even incorporate that much loved navy blue but toned down and complimented with other colors like pale gray, an off white canvas, a punch of blood red, royal/ navy blue and some brass accents. Think a turn of the century Ralph Lauren.
So here we go
For this room I would suggest a sheet set that has thick, vertical 1' x 1'
white on white stripes (every other iridescent) which can be easily found at TJ Maxx , Marshalls, Ross or Macys, etc. I have seen nice sets for
about 50 bucks but often less if you hunt around.
You can find a white down comforter at Ikea or Macy's for a reasonable
price as well. With simple, plain items like these I would not splurge too
much because the room will only look more upscale in conjunction with
other more interesting decorative items. For the foot of the bed I have
found this great Mohair throw to be kept along the foot of the bed for
some subtle color.
The next thing I would suggest would be a solid, pale grayish tan, linen
pillow shams along with a contrasting blood red velvet pillow. You can
buy a set of the linen pillows for $29 at Crate and Barrell online here.
There also should be 2 sleeping pillows (underneath the linen and red
throw pillows) on each side of the bed. Unfortunately I was not able to
locate the red velvet pillow so you may need to wait until the Holiday
season to snap one up or you could just subsititute it for a navy velvet
pillow. I say velvet because rich favrics with simple shapes will make this
look work.
I also noticed the mirror hanging above the dresser. If possibly I
would hand it horizontally instead of vertically. It will look more
interesting. I also feel that your spiral staircase photography will look
even better now that the accessories compliment them better.
BUT before you do anything I would suggest painting the room the same color as the mohair throw rug shown above. You can add great artistic elements without being artistic yourself through decals. Below is a decal i would suggest for your room. You can order it here from Etsy and I would suggest it in a brown. It would look best next to your chair. If you really wanted to go all out though I would have that chair reupholstered in a light brown aged leather or a navy blue and white vertical stripe, but thats just me going all out :)
Although if you are feeling more creative you can pick a wall and do something like the picture below to it. Although, the instructions are for another post entirely. This was a wall I did in my dining room that was very Art Nouveau.
If I was to add some additional decor to this room I would add an old world map or possibly a globe, sculptural looking tree, and maybe an old antique trunk or antique leather suitcase at the foot of the bed. This way you get that "I can travel the world in 80 days by hot air balloon like its my job" look.
AND that concludes my invasion of the man space.
A few new (to me) online shops to obsess about ...
Stellanova Jewelry
Flush Please
Amber Alexander
Selflesh
Bad Ass Custom Decals
For thse of you who frequent my blog, here are a few pictures you might remember that will be available unwatermarked prints on my Etsy shop.
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Advice I plan on taking from Jonathan Adler's book : My Prescription for Anti-Depressive Living
"Decorate outside of the box. dangle a hanging chair in your living room, put beaded curtains in doorways, plop a suit of armor in your foyer, amuse yourself.
Get rid of all of your boring, tiresome friends, make friends with cabaret stars, exotic dancers, and down-on-their-luck royalty instead
Compliment lavishly. Tell someone who their celebrity look-alike is. Greet effusively. Be friendlier thank you think you should be.
When you throw a party (and you should throw a party, by the way), put a Clockwork Orange on the TV on a constant loop.
Dress like a back-up singer
Think BIG! Perch a five-foot-tall toothbrush in your bathroom corner (www.thinkbigny.com) or a fiant light bulb chandelier over your dining room table. Pop style is about toying with reality and having fun.
Throw a dinner party and dye all the food purple
Hide a riot of color under the covers
Name your children after venerable New York law firms for Patrician Panache. My faves are Calwallader, Wickersham, Taft, Devoise, and Plimpton. How cute would little Cadwallader Adler be?
Throw out your Blackberry and go pick some actual blackberries
Stock your guest room with books that people will actually want to read: Valley of the Dolls, Scriples, Sex and the Single Girl.
Carry a squash racquet everywhere for instant old-money cred.
Name your house after an English Country Estate- Balmoral Arms, Sandringham, Blenheim- and have the name imprinted on matchbooks, napkins, and stationery (www.sun-rise.com). This is an especially good idea id you live in a studio apartment or in a suburb of Buffalo. Tongue-in-cheek grandiosity is good for the soul.
Buy rich ladies' scarves and make them into pillows, search ebay for ones by Vera, Cardin, Hermes, or Dior.
Decorate your home so that it expresses who you are and makes you happy when you walk in the door
When having a dinner party, always serve yourself first. It will make people feel more comfy.
**Thanks Design Ghandi for the words of wisdom*
It appears that my friend over at Philly Chit Chat , Hughe Dillon sent over one of my silly rants from the other day about Philly being so darn awesome to Philebrity. This explains my sudden spike in references to that post on my stats page. Thanks for letting me know what the heck was going on. haha.
You can view what they wrote here
I have a flick list about a mile long of movies that I need to get around to watching. Thought that I would share a few trailers with you and maybe we can get through them together...
Brick
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Eagle Vs Shark
Mae Vie En Rose
The Cider House Rules
Beautiful Losers
Stardust
Les Triplettes de Belleville Intro (which seems to be one crazy movie)
Fur
Brick Lane
El ORfanato
The Science of Sleep
200 cigarettes
Paris Jet'amie
After being uber productive yesterday (except for my surf and turf King's feast at 5940) I decided to keep things more relaxed today after prepping my house to be shown, yet again by a realtor that shows up 1 minute before her estimated showing time allotment would be over. I had pretty much given up on her showing so when Mike (roommate) ran up to take a shower I did not stop him. The realtor finally arrived so while her clients (a mother and 3 teenage daughters from Scranton) were checking out my basement I ran up stairs to alert Mike of the showing. Unfortunately Mike was just toweling off when he met the realtor and her clients fully nude. I was in my library when I heard this outburst of giggling and apologies. I can promise you that they will not forget my house in the shuffle.
I also got this little blank Sketch book from The Black Apple and I decided to break it in and designate it to inspirational drawings only. They are quick little sketches of things I found in books, places, etc that I found inspiring and happen to draw up while waiting for a realtor to arrive. Hope you enjoy them.

I stumbled across an ad for Liquid Trust Spray while Googling " Way to trick chicks into liking me" and it was a interesting concept. According to the website this spray contains Oxytocin which the website explains "is a chemical that is produced naturally in every human's brain. Its production is triggered by a range of stimuli, including sex and breastfeeding and it is known to be important in the formation of social ties, such as who we choose to mate with and bonding with our children. In fact, Oxytocin has often been referred to as the "love hormone".
All this time I thought the love hormone was Sambuca but it's strong black licorice aroma prevented me from dousing myself in it before setting out for the night.
The site touts the spray as a product that can improve your sex life, relationships with loved ones and even help you at work. They provide a few testimonies that do seem quite trusting:
""One way that I can gauge the difference of Liquid Trust is that I work in a bar part time as a second job. My tips have gone up about five times the amount I got before! So it has more than paid for itself."
"I ordered liquid trust a couple of weeks ago...I do seem to be having good results with it... People are being nicer to me. I will say that I intend to keep wearing it!!"
Now all of this sounds great but I wonder what the unpublished user comments might say. What if the outcome wasn't as expected:
"I used your spray for 3 weeks and now I keep getting love notes left in my gym locker and once found a cologne soaked jock strap hanging from my Corvettes mirror. Perhaps you can make the spray more gender specific" Jack Smith
or
"I applied your spray hoping to attract a woman who frequents the dog park I visit. Minutes after arriving at the park I was gang humped by two labs, 3 pits and a puggle. You should have a warning label on the bottle" Joe Moore
and maybe
"I used your product for 3 months and it resulted in me needing four months of therapy. I no longer could have normal relations with my boyfriend because I only loved myself. I trusted myself so much that was no longer able to resist the impulses that I previously had control over. I lost my home due to gambling, I am now 298 lbs and I owe Victoria's Secret $3800 for underwear and candles. You have ruined my life!" Sandy Murphy
I still may order a bottle, I do have a funeral to attend and the widow still has a few good years left.
Here is a few fun pieces from an Etsy shop that I stumbled across worth mentioning. There are quite a few of these that use plastic shrink art for jewelry but I think MamasLittleBabies is the best. I personally think that the man in the tutu is more my speed. haha
I have always enjoyed websites that give a roster of interesting facts. Being that one of tonight's topics at 5940 was how great Philadelphia is and why people should move here I felt that I should contribute some statistics to this discussion. Being that I am from South Florida which is one of the most natural disaster prone states I have learned to quickly appreciate the mild weather of Southeastern Pennsylvania not to mention that it is an absolutely gorgeous place in the spring, summer, and fall. So I have linked you to a list of all the news making natural and man made disasters that have caused casualties in the United States. Notice that the great state of Pennsylvania is listed a total of 5 times which include the 911 attacks, the Johnstown Flood of 1889, the Pittsburgh flood of 1936, the great train wreck of 1856 and Mowhawk Airlines flight 40 in 1967. All but one of these was a manmade disaster and out of that it was 5 or 6 hours away from Philadelphia in Pittsburgh which should make Philadelphia a more desirable city based on that fact alone.
Me:yes

Dyan Carlson sent me this and I couldn't believe that it was actually a real product. I mean sure its a gag gift but usually you see this kind of stuff in email forwards. You can purchase the wine rack as well as the beer belly here.
After watching Biodome (which I have not seen since the 90's) I couldn't help thinking about how much I miss the sillyness of the 90's. So with effort to bring back the nineties I bring you Boom-Shak-A-Lak by the Apache Indian. Enjoy :)


My ex boyfriend (Dave Gump) gave me his goldfish that appears to have been drinking Powerthurst and over the last couple of months I really have been developing a special bond with the little guy. Well, maybe not but he really adds to my whole ocean theme in my living room and I will be sad when Dave repos him. I have even considered pimping his tank with a windmill :)
Then I tried to utilize the wire sculpture I made in college and turn it into a weird lamp shade but I think I might be committing a design crime.
While trying to assess the damage that Comcast did to my central air conditioning while they were installing internet cables I started to get really creeped out by how spooky my attic is. I have never really ventured around most of it because there is a minimal catwalk but today I was kind of forced to and did not enjoy one bit of it. The knuckleheads sat on my vents and disconnected some of the ducts. I am sure this was a contributing factor to why my ac no longer works. Grrr..
There is nothing more infuriating than standing in line watching the old hag in front of you hand the cashier several coupons and repeatedly ask for subtotals as each item is rung. The cashier tells the woman to look at the computer screen but the she insists that a subtotaled receipt is printed each and every time. Then after the annoyed teen hits the total button the coupon hag goes into a fit of rage accusing the computer and her of incompetence. Apparently the total is a bit different than the total her groceries used to cost in 1924. At this point I am wondering if my case of water and single red bull are worth the wait and headache. Since I have already waited 20 minutes for management to read every coupon and thoroughly audit her transaction I decide to stick it out. Thirty seconds later coupon hag notices that she does not have her coin purse. The now 10 cart long line, myself and the poor cashier watch this woman go to her car, get inside and drive off. By now the cashier is fuming and her manager walks over to the line and proceeds to chew her out for being slow. I of course remember back to my minimum wage days and stand up for the frustrated girl who is reduced to tears and get into the ring with Ms. ShopRight. She then grabs my items and tells the girl to watch her see how its done and rings up the wrong bar code that tells me my 24 pack of water costs me $35. She gives me my total and I tell her that she is nuts and that water and red bull do not cost $37.50. She insists that she is correct. I tell her to go pound sand. Meanwhile the rest of the line is yelling at each other because one lady a few carts down is being impatient and calling for attention, the elderly man behind her is screaming for me to slap the manager in hopes for a girl fight and the elderly woman next to the yelling man is screaming because he is screaming into her hearing aid. Then the in the midst of a borderline grocery store riot I grab my things and calmly walk out. I look over my shoulder and nobody noticed I left except for the cashier. I see the manager throw her arms up in the air and announce that she has quit and the teenage cashier mouthing Thank You silently while waving goodbye. Let that be a lesson to you to never go to the grocery store during the a.m. The End.
Oh, and in case you are wondering I got water and red bull in under 5 minutes at Genauradi's.
And I thought I was the only one who knew of Regina Spektor. That was until I started listening to Hilary's music selections and my favorite RS song , Samson,came on. Before you knew it, my coworkers were looking at me even more oddly as I sang along at my desk.
If you haven't heard of Ms. Spektor, I consider her the less-angry Tori Amos. Take a look, and a listen:
Click to enter the site, then click on "video" at the top. Sit back and watch greatness unfold.