Jul 26, 2016

How To Decorate With Your S.O. & Not Go Insane

So they would enjoy each other, and the meal she'd prepared in the awkward, homely kitchen with fresh flowers arranged in a plastic pitcher.
As beginnings went, this one had elements of both of them. Wasn't it interesting how one managed to complement the other?
"You know, if you made me a list of stuff I should have in here, I could pick it up."
She arched her brows, took the wine he offered, then pulled a little notepad out of her apron pocket.
"This is already half full. I was planning to wait until you were lulled into complacency by meat and potatoes."
He flipped through the notebook and noted that items were listed under specific headings. Foodstuffs, Cleaning Supplies—with subheadings Kitchen, Bathroom, Laundry—Household Necessities. Jesus, the woman was irresistible.
"Am I going to need to take out a loan?"
“Think of it as an investment." Taking the notebook from him, she tucked it into his shirt pocket, then concentrated on the potatoes. "Oh, by the way, I really like the art in your office upstairs."
"Art?" It took him a minute. "Oh, my girls. Really?"
"Clever, nostalgic, sexy, stylish. It's a great room altogether, which I admit was something of a relief to me, considering the rest of the house."

Key of Light


By Daniel G. Wells III - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, 

Moving in together is a big step — decorating should not be taken lightly. 

Deciding to move in with your S.O. is a big step. But, not just for the reasons you may think. 

What we really care about is how to seamlessly decorate with your S.O. Do you throw out your stuff in lieu of all new décor? Do you deal with his or her penchant for dusty collectables? 

Well, we tapped Oakland-based jewelry designer Marisa Mason and husband and furniture designer Dave Bell of Jacob May Design to get the scoop


" It's a kitchen. An actual kitchen."
He was getting it now, and the charge of watching her revel. She'd switched from the rhumba to... he wasn't sure 'what. But she looked really cute. "What was it before?"
"There is no name for what it was before. I'm so happy. I'm so grateful. You're the most wonderful man in the world." She caught his face in her hands and kissed him. "And I'm a terrible person."
"Why? Not the 'I'm wonderful' part, because, hey. But why are you a terrible person?"
"Because I wouldn't move in with you before you did this. I made the kitchen a kind of exchange. Remodel the kitchen and I'll live with you. It was selfish. It worked," she added, raining kisses over his face. "But it was selfish. You're doing this for me. I know I said I wouldn't move in until it was finished, and I even made snarky comments about the lamps up in the bedroom."
"Something about not being fit to light a cave inhabited by bats and blind spiders."
"Yes, that was one of them. Anyway, forgive me?"
"I know it's not quite finished. There's still the counters and the backsplash and, oh, a few more things, but I don't want to wait anymore. I'll move in tomorrow, and we can start, officially, living together."

Key of Knowledge

Jul 25, 2016

The Sense of ‘Mine’

Vanessa managed an answering smile. 
“Thank you. The house looks lovely. It seems bigger somehow. 
I’d always heard that things shrunk as you got older.”

Loretta turned off the radio. 
Vanessa regretted the gesture, as it meant they were left with only
 themselves to fill the silence. 

“There were too many dark colors before,” Loretta told her. 
“And too much heavy furniture.
At times I used to feel as though the furniture was lurking over me, 
waiting to push me out of a room.” 
She caught herself, uneasy and embarrassed.

Unfinished Business


By Daniel Thornton - CeljeUploaded by sporti, CC BY 2.0, 

People get attached to their stuff. Two-year-olds, for instance, have verystrong opinions about what’s theirs (MINE!”), and are suspicious about sharing, no matter what nonsense their adult caregivers spew about thiscaring thing. And although (most) people eventually learn to follow appropriate social norms, that relationship to stuff and things still matters throughout the life span, and even, in a way, beyond it — when you’re gone, after all, your loved ones will likely inherit your most prized possessions. If nothing else, at least your memory will live on through, say, a particularly nice set of dresser drawers you once owned.
People express their self-identity through their belongings, a notion that psychologists and neuroscientists are lately finding empirical evidence to support, though the idea itself is of course not a new one.


When she was awake and wandering the apartment, she’d stop to touch
something—the back of a chair, the side of a table, the round dome of a
paperweight. She would think, Mine. My things, my apartment, my country.

Three Fates

Jul 22, 2016

Brides around the World

She took his breath away. There was no other way for him to describe it. One moment he was breathing, thinking like any man, and the next, the moment he saw her, everything stopped. Even his fingers went numb. The nerves he thought he didn't have reached up and grabbed him by the throat.

Sweet Revenge


By Faisal Akram from Dhaka, Bangladesh - Maheer & Progga, CC BY-SA 2.0,

From India to Indonesia: 
Beautiful pictures of brides show how traditional wedding dresses look around the world

  • Many people associate weddings with white dresses and veils
  • However, wedding traditions are in fact very different in how they look
  • FEMAIL documents some of the most beautiful ceremonies and traditions
  • Some brides don colourful garments; others paint their faces and skin

Jul 20, 2016

the stories behind 25 celeb tattoos

“By the way, I like the tat.”
“Good-luck charm,” she told him. “If I wear the dragon, the dragon doesn’t wear me. How
about yours?” She walked around to tap the letters scrolled over his left shoulder blade. “Teine,”
she said.
“It’s pronounced ‘teen,’ not ‘The-ine.’ Old Irish for fire. I guess if I wear the fire, it doesn’t
wear me.”

Chasing Fire 


For some of these celebrities, the art on their bodies is more than just skin-deep.


And he saw, with a surprised jolt of lust when she turned to switch off the light, to leave only the candles and fire burning, the little tattoo of spreading red wings at the small of her back.
"Half the thoughts in my head just evaporated."

Northern Lights

Jul 19, 2016


Escape? Was that a better word for what he’d come for? Perhaps,
Booth mused as he sailed over the choppy water. Lifting a beer to his
lips he let the taste race over his tongue. Perhaps he was escaping, but
he was no longer needed on the set, and he had finally had to admit
that he couldn’t work in the city. He needed a few days away from the
filming, from the pressure to produce, from his own standards of
That was all a lie.

Dual Images


Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space
Cause space was just a word made up 
by someone who's afraid to get too...