Here starts the latest round of Offbeat Home & Life gift guides. For this one, we're going through the "my favorite things" archive AND re-visiting some of the things I've featured on Offbeat Home & Life that are STILL my favorite things… and may soon be your [parent/friend/partner/child]'s favorite thing.
This is Offbeat Home's archive of My favorite things posts.
We like raindrops on roses too, but sometimes we get materialistic. Sometimes it's just about writing odes to our favorite stuff.
We live in snow country and deal with the fluffy white wet stuff about half the year. This is my all-time favorite gadget for drying soggy gloves/mittens, boots, shoes, damp socks, or anything small…
Have you ever played that game where you guess what's in strangers' bags while you're commuting?
You know those things that you don't necessarily think will be useful, and find yourself using nearly every day? Inexpensive tablecloths from a rental shop have become that completely indispensable thing in my life, and they could well save you time, money, clean-up effort, and stress.
Our dining room table is a beast of a thing. Seven feet by five. Six sturdy planks of unidentified tropical hardwood, some of which are starting to separate so far that I can fit a whole hand down the resulting gap. The top is covered in scars, scrapes and gashes — each one a story. It holds secrets, this table — layers and layers of history.
If you're wondering what to get your dad for Father's Day and thinking "what do I get for the man who has everything?" allow me to answer that question for you with the most bad-ass, super-personalized gift of all time. I got this for my father last year, and he totally dug it. Here's what you do…
My late night snacks always leaned towards the darkest sides of stoner food: quesadillas, cracker dipped in cream cheese, during more desperate moments, cheese melted on a plate scraped off with my own fingernails. On a whim last winter, I bought my husband a gift: a Whirlypop, which is a stovetop popcorn popper.
A couple years ago, my father gave me a trunk that had been gathering dust in his storage shed.
"I think this is yours," he said. I wasn't sure, but I took it because I'm a pack rat and even if it wasn't mine, doubtless there was something interesting inside.
And there was! Under my entire childhood collection of ElfQuest comics (!!!), I found a relic of my high school theater days — a vintage CABOODLES makeup case. It still had two yellow post-its taped onto the top that said "ARIEL'S MAKE-UP" and "RUM-TUM-TUGGER IN CATS," relics from the last high school play I was in.