The Rocket Guide to Cheap, Fast, Unattractive Babyproofing

First you put me in a clown suit. Now you won't let me dig through the recycling?

Now, you may have noticed over the last year or so that while we’re by no means Apartment Therapy-ready, we try to inject a certain aesthetic into our apartment enhancements. The vacuum cleaner lamp sheds a nice light, but we like the way it looks. The bar is cobbled together from a lot of stuff around . . . → Read More: The Rocket Guide to Cheap, Fast, Unattractive Babyproofing

Deceptachair gets a makeover!

She's annoyed she can't pick at the cover anymore. Doesn't she look furious?

If you’ve been following this blog awhile—we’re talking a year here—you might remember The Deceptachair. It’s a high chair. It’s a chair. It’s a walker. It’s a potty seat. It’s from a company called Storchenmuehle (inventors of the carseat) and we’re pegging it for early-to-mid-70s. The Deceptachair has held up well over time, but 30 years’ . . . → Read More: Deceptachair gets a makeover!

Stocking a Tiny Kitchen: Mastering the Art of Pantry Cooking

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been posting Notes to my Facebook page about my adventures in cooking. I’ve reading the Julie/Julia Project blog online, and when I got some terrible news about a friend of mine, I threw my energies and focus into cooking ridiculous meals from Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Since those . . . → Read More: Stocking a Tiny Kitchen: Mastering the Art of Pantry Cooking

Our $70 Kitchen Renovation

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If you remember from way back in January, I started this blog by giving Le Tour Grande of our kitchen—all 7′ by 6′ of it. While everything above the counter was in reasonably good condition (everything organized and more or less reachable), I didn’t get into the details of the below-the-waist goings-on. One particular corner of . . . → Read More: Our $70 Kitchen Renovation

Cocktail hour!

Full Bar Unit

Although I’m not drinking as much as I used to, RocketMan still enjoys a cocktail, and our friends certainly enjoy when he shakes up a Manhattan or a Negroni at our home bar. For a long time I’d wanted a supercool art deco bar, or a 70s-style bar like my grandparents had (of which I cannot . . . → Read More: Cocktail hour!

De-galley-fying the kitchen

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Our kitchen is tiny. It’s not a “small” kitchen, but tiny–especially when compared to the monstrosities in suburban homes; I mean, really, how is walking ten feet convenient when your hands are covered in chicken? Not as miniscule as my kitchen in my first NYC apartment (that had a refrigerator under the counter), but definitely smaller . . . → Read More: De-galley-fying the kitchen