This month we make sure you’re a real trendoid by dissecting our most (and least) favorite so-called trends from BHG’s Trend issue. We’re dubious about ’70’s glam (curate it, please), all-in on mural wallpapers, and totally over a certain color–this time, even the #houseplants get in on the action. Rob is only here for the zoodles, while J. does something unconventional and has to get something off his chest. And which of these trends did we totally call in our January live episode? Remember, we’re not shoving trends down your throat–we’re only gently strongly suggesting them. Signature cocktail: “Matchamacallit” inspired by the matcha-mint “shamrock” shake. Recipe taste testing on our YouTube channel: red lentil soup and hen-of-the-woods tart. Music by Bensound.com.
Let’s be honest. Most of us have a Love/Hate relationship with Gwyneth Paltrow. Academy Award winning acting. Life in the spotlight. Bougie children’s names. Incredibly fit in her forties. Signature lifestyle brand with the awful name. That whole “conscious uncoupling” thing. It’s often hard to know whether to Tag for Love or Tag for Hate.
Announcing her new offices, Gwyneth stands in front of sleek, blonde-wood bookcases with leaning, lower shelves prefect for highlighting magazines, art, or favorite books. Showcase bookcases in the face of KonMari? Love! The shelves are sparsely filled, prompting her to request recommendations from followers on books on design, food, and corporate culture. Seeking fan input? Love!
That green jumper she’s wearing? Oh my goddesses. HATE!
Round and round it goes. Love? Hate? Love to Hate? Hate to Love? Oh, Gwyneth, you perplex us so. With no end in sight it seems best to just go ahead and employ a Tag for Love/Hate. It’s a mindfully selected compromise focused on equilibrium to reduce stress and help reach optimal wellness. We’re sure it’s What Gwyneth Would Do.
Oops, is that headline misleading? To be clear, we are NOT part of the 2019 Kips Bay Decorator Show House. As if! No, we just want to go–it’s the interior design event of the year. Images from the house pop up in the mags, mood boards and blogs all year long. Hopefully we can go this May.
The list of participating designers was announced today and it’s a mix of A-list designers and newcomers. CBB favorite Corey Damon Jenkins is one of them so congrats Corey!
We’re looking forward to some amazing lewks and over-the-top ideas.
Are you planning on taking it in? (Phrasing, sorry!)
Today’s Tag is inspired by this post on Valetmag.com which makes the case for having a globe as part of your accessories/home decor arsenal.
They’re not only tools of inspiration but starters of conversation—have a few people over and someone will inevitably start spinning the globe.
Of course, since Valet is a men’s fashion/lifestyle site, they tout globes as “handsome, masculine object[s]” perfect for any mancave. We’d say they look good in anyone’s space, regardless of gender. They are right, though, that you can either drop lots of coin on a high-end version, score a vintage one online (or at your local flea market or antique store), or–an option they don’t cover–the school supply section at Target.
Cohost J. here: When I was a teenager, I was invited to my friend Molly’s big sister’s wedding, which was held in the garden of their parent’s amahzing Carpenter Gothic home. The couple eschewed a religious ceremony, and in lieu of an altar, they displayed a hand-painted globe that the groom gave to Jennifer, the bride. The oceans were white, the land masses black–it was striking, and obviously memorable. He used a regular ole globe and regular ole paint, and all it took was some time. So feel free to customize your own globe if you’re crafty (and if you don’t care about political borders).
It makes for a nice hands-on accessory and a reminder of our larger home, spinning as if by invisible hands.
Of course, there are some globes that come with their own hands, and if your decor runs in this direction, well, then…your last name might be Herman, or you fully embrace your whimsical side.
Open floor concept living is not for everyone–either by choice or by architectural design. This recent Boston Globe article sums up a growing dissatisfaction with open concepts and their ubiquity in the real estate marketplace.
Cohost J. here: We can’t give a Tag For Hate to open concepts, because in many spaces they work beautifully. Lots of people love the entertaining possibilities–heck, cohost Rob has an open concept first floor! What I love about this article is that it makes the case for actually thinking about your lifestyle and how your home enhances and supports that lifestyle. Homeowners interviewed by the reporter talk about how they could see themselves entertaining lavishly while whipping up three-course meals in the kitchen, or keeping an eye on the kids while busy doing something else. For most of us, these are fantasies. And while fantasy interior design has its place, you have to be really careful about making those dreams come true.
Sometimes you get what you wish for, and, to quote Sondheim’s Into The Woods: “Wishes come true, not free.” The tradeoffs of open concept? Lack of privacy. Clutter. A nagging sense that there are things still to be done in that other “room” over there that I can see while I’m trying to relax on the couch. Or, as homeowner Asya says in the piece, someone is relaxing and watching her while she’s working.
Friends of ours (frequently referenced in the show) have a 1970’s swinger’s house in Poughkeepsie–no joke. It’s a one bedroom, 3,000+ square foot three-level house. The only interior walls that extend to the ceiling are around the kitchen and bathrooms. It’s a great house for entertaining (and they do, frequently, and largely). But quiet and cozy it is not. It works for them and their lifestyle–it’s just the two of them and a dog–but it would be totally impractical for my family. And most families, which is probably why it sat on the market for four years, waiting for just the right buyers!
So as you’re househunting, fantasy or otherwise, or dreaming up ways to fix up your existing space, be honest with yourself and your family. Perform a lifestyle audit and really think about your tolerance for clutter, mess, cleaning, organizing, noise, and activity. Hash it all out internally before knocking down all those internal walls. Be open with yourself and those you live with before committing to open concept.
Cohost J. here. It’s Daylight Saving Time Monday here in New York, and it sucks. I feel hung over, even though I didn’t drink last night. It’s a three-coffee kind of day. Yes, yes, all our body clocks and circadian rhythms will adapt and catch up, but here in the worst of it, I can’t help thinking: Why? Why do we continue this pointless exercise?
Turns out, Daylight Saving Time wasn’t really created to help farmers during World War I (or whatever story you were told).
Contrary to popular belief, American farmers did not lobby for daylight saving to have more time to work in the fields; in fact, the agriculture industry was deeply opposed to the time switch when it was first implemented on March 31, 1918, as a wartime measure. The sun, not the clock, dictated farmers’ schedules, so daylight saving was very disruptive. Farmers had to wait an extra hour for dew to evaporate to harvest hay, hired hands worked less since they still left at the same time for dinner and cows weren’t ready to be milked an hour earlier to meet shipping schedules. Agrarian interests led the fight for the 1919 repeal of national daylight saving time, which passed after Congress voted to override President Woodrow Wilson’s veto. Rather than rural interests, it has been urban entities such as retail outlets and recreational businesses that have championed daylight saving over the decades. (Credit: History.com)
Also, it’s not really an energy-saver, either, as we tend to use more electricity to cool our homes later into the evening, thanks to our manipulation of the sunset time.
Those of us who are parents know that one big reason that DST sucks is that it’s hell on kids’ schedules. Our baby was up until almost 10:00 pm last night and naptime was all out of whack. Yes, he’ll adjust too. But again, why are we doing this?
TBH, the “melting clock” above also gets a Tag For Hate. Dali’s original painting: thumbs up. But this (and its clones in every Spencer Gifts since time immemorial) are completely unoriginal. Please don’t buy this.
Cohost J. here. Set off by our recent #TagForLove for fresh flowers, I went in search of a little taste of springtime on a March day that began with 12-degree temperatures.
Luckily, Adams Fairacre Farms, a local high-end grocery store/garden center is having its annual Garden Show, and I had the chance to step inside after a lunch meeting. It warmed my heart, and my body, being in their huge greenhouse!
The best part? All those tulips (though it was all nice to see). Yep, my love for tulips endures (I got your back, PrettyPinkTulips, even if I don’t go for pink).
We do what we can to make it through the winter. Those orange tulips are literally giving me LIFE.
Ascribing colors to generational cohorts appears to be based on the popularity of a color among young adults and the application of the color in their personal fashion and home décor. Following that logic, it wasn’t too hard to uncover the most popular color among Gen Xers in their early adult years. Sherwin Williams Color Through the Decades confirms it, (see also here) the signature color for Generation X: BEIGE!
How dreadful! But true. Throughout the 1990’s as Gen Xers were coming of age, furnishing their first apartments or buying their first homes they turned to the color beige over and over again. Beigey Beige Beige décor was everywhere. Top colors of the era had names as uninspiring as the color itself. “Whole Wheat”, “Basket Beige”, “Urban Putty.” Fibrous not fun!
Blame it on our being raised in households full of dusty rose, country blue, and mauve. Or maybe we were so oversaturated with neon and color blocking that we rebelled…with beige. Whatever the reason for Gen X’s love affair with beige, it lasted longer than most of JLo’s marriages. Indeed, well into the 2000’s we couldn’t get any more exciting than “Latte”–how very Central Perk of us!
We may not love Millenial Pink or Gen Z Yellow, but we definitely hate Gen X Beige!