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.
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.
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.
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.
A random piece of TMI you should know about me: I have been wearing the same underwear since 1991. No, not the same pairs, but the same style — a very basic black cotton string bikini from Jockey. They're practical but a little flirty, functional and easy to order in bulk. They have been on my butt since I was in high school, and mostly I just don't really think about them at all. But after two decades, I've finally changed teams. I've got new underwear, inspired by literature and mildew. Lemme explain…
It's important to me to have a coffee maker that grinds and brews because I always buy my favorite coffee beans in a big ol' bag, and I really don't want to grind them all myself. So I asked my father, the patron saint of Consumer Reports, to do some research for me and his results told him that the by far the best grind and brew was this guy…