I don’t care how beautiful you think puffy piles of crystalline snow are. I don’t care about your cozy sweaters and your hot tea and your crackling fires. I don’t care about skiing or or parkas or that Scandinavian concept of Hygge that all the hipsters and wine moms have adopted. I don’t want anything to do with it. To me, as I’m sure you know, winter is a hellish misery of frozen doors and chilled fingers and darkness and eternal misery.
Monday: Why don’t you go to an antique shop and purchase tons of old maps? They’re rarely expensive, and they look so charming. Take your new collection and use them […]
Penny Dreadful: I have been trying to watch a bit more television lately. It’s the television renaissance after all. I’ve even heard some people call it a golden age. I […]
I’ve been doing this series for over a year and I’ve realized that I love many more things than I hate — most of the time — and I suppose […]
LOVE: Press’n Seal Plastic Wrap: I have a deep and true hatred for plastic wrap. It’s the worst thing in the world. It’s the stupidest invention of all time. Why […]