Share on Pinterest

My bedroom is pretty blue. And by pretty blue I mean really blue. I mean, I suppose, I also mean it's a pretty shade of blue too. But you know what I mean. Anyways. My whole apartment is pretty blue, decorated in shades of teal and turquoise and aqua. But, sometimes, I just kind of want a pink apartment. And, sometimes, I just kind of want a pink bedroom. My bathroom is pink. I lucked into an apartment that came with a pink-tiled bathroom. It's one of the things that sold me on the place. So, when decorating, I went with...

Whenever something is wrong with me, when I'm in pain or not feeling well for one reason or another, I do the best thing I can think to do for a remedy: I turn to Google. You do it too, I'm sure. Or at least you have at some point in your life. Type your symptoms into a search engine and BAM, instant diagnosis. Of course, nine out of ten times Google tells me that whatever is wrong with me is cancer. Headache? Cancer. Skin rash? Cancer. Fever? Fucking cancer. It's probably not cancer. It's probably just a cold. Or a stressful day...

Two years ago I bought a fig tree. It was at once a thoroughly calculated and yet impulsive buy. I'd wanted to get a fig tree, I'd thought about getting a fig tree, I'd researched where I could even get a fig tree in Chicago, if you could even grow a fig tree in Chicago. And then I ended up purchasing one at a farmer's market outside my train stop. I was on my way to work when I spotted it at a stand, handed over $20, and lugged it home. I was late to work that day.   [caption id="attachment_46514" align="aligncenter"...

I spend my entire life cleaning. OK, maybe that's an overstatement. But, no, I spend my entire life cleaning. Or, at least, thinking that maybe I should clean. There's always laundry that somehow gathers in a pile next to the hamper. There's always a sink full of dishes that cascades onto the kitchen counter. There's always a trail of litter on the floor that I'll sweep up tomorrow. Maybe. There's always hair in the drain or a closet door that won't quite close or an empty can of Coke on the nightstand or a sheet corner that has come loose. There's...

  It's hard to ever really declare something as "done." Usually things come to a point where you've "done enough" or where anything else you do is really just nitpicking or when you're just so over it you can't do any more. It was like that when I launched my new site last year. It came to the point where I'd "done enough" to go live, even if the site was far from ready. I just couldn't put it off any longer. Yes, even still, I have a laundry list of things I need to fix and, yes, I still have...

I spend way too much time in my bedroom. But there's really nothing more comforting than crawling onto a queen-sized pillow-top mattress, covering yourself in a thick comforter, propping up a million pillows and reading a good book...

For the past four months I've been neither here nor there. At the end of October, after over three years of living nomadically, I "finished" my travels, flew back to Chicago on a one-way ticket, and accepted a full-time job. But, in the four months since, I haven't really been "here." Not yet. I was living in a friend's spare bedroom. I was living off of a designated shelf in the cupboard, a designated shelf in the fridge, a borrowed bed, a borrowed pillow, a borrowed towel. All of my things were still in storage at my mom's. I couldn't join a...

I live in Roscoe Village in a three bedroom apartment with my friend Heather. We each have a bedroom to ourselves and the third we use for storage. My bedroom is pretty. It is where I sleep most nights. The blue and brown color scheme is probably less pink than you would think. Photos of my blue and brown bedroom:   My bedroom has a light blue / teal blue / brown color scheme. It's small, but there is enough room for me and a full bed.   My bed. I sleep with six pillows, a monkey, and a stuffed jackalope I picked up at...