organization & musings

Making the White House Gold (Again)

Melania and Donald will be moving into the White House soon.

Let that sink in for a moment…

We all know Trump loves gold, both figuratively and literally. (When you really think about it, who doesn’t?) Here are a few pics from Melania and Donald’s Manhattan penthouse:

Trump Penthouse in Manhattan

The White House does have some bling to it too:

But I think the incoming first family can add even more bezazzle (is that a word?) to the domicile of the president. Don’t you?

In honor of the Trump family’s forthcoming move to the White House, I decided to go gold myself. Since we’re all going to be rich really soon, we might as well act like it! I use a step stool to access the treasure trove of shoes in the upper shelves of my closet. I’ve had this step ladder for many years and through a few moves, too. It has served me well and deserved a sprucing up. Just like the White House!

Gold step ladder in my closetGold step ladder in my closet Gold step ladder in my closet

Well that’s not quite accurate, because the White House has never been gold. But as we learned from the 2016 election, there’s a first time for everything. The White House is not lacking in gaudy and ostentatious décor. But I know Melania can do better. Maybe a mural of the Donald and his court of buffoons on the ceiling? How about a bust of a gilded pussy that he can grab whenever the urge strikes? That’s just what the Oval Office needs right now, I think.

 

 


Hugs and stuff

A lot of post-election commentary has been written dissecting “what went wrong” with the 2016 presidential election. I don’t think any thing went wrong. I think liberals didn’t understand the extent of the racism, sexism, fear and disillusionment in this country. Among full- and part-time workers in the U.S., blacks earn just 75% as much as whites in median {READ MORE}


unplugged

I recently returned from a trip back to New York. We arrived in Queens, amid the usual insane driving and traffic, loud noises and … well, it’s New York. I had just completed a big design project and needed some down time. But I couldn’t relax. I took work calls and dealt with client issues. I {READ MORE}


Buying a new home is hard and other luxury problems

I’ve played the hermit crab this spring, retreating to my shell… mostly because I’ve been convalescing (read: sleeping 9+ hours a night) after a compression fracture of my L1 vertebra during some Xtreme sledding in early winter. (Sledding is now off the approved activities list btw.) Throughout my recovery, I have been keeping busy, though—looking for a {READ MORE}


The Uninspired Designer

I just got back from a graphic design conference. The conference was titled, “Revival.” That is exactly how I feel after four days of rousing talks, spirited roundtable discussions, and a lack of immediate client demands: refreshed, renewed, revived. While at the conference, a client inadvertently sent me a long email thread in which she said I was “uninspired.” While {READ MORE}


resolutions

My New Year’s resolution is to wash my face every night. Just kidding. My New Year’s resolution is to be brave. I don’t mean cliff diving/rock climbing/swimming with sharks brave; I mean internally brave. Vulnerable. Living in NYC has made my outer shell even more thick and crusty than before. This place hardens you to the {READ MORE}


nesting

“They want to eat pizza,” my man calls after a session at the batting cage with the girls. “They are begging me.” “Go ahead.” I tell him. “I’m totally nesting and shit.” What is it, this nesting? For me, it’s finding, collecting, creating and adding shiny and lovely things to my nest. Rearranging, and making everything neat and {READ MORE}


Oh, Missoula!

We arrived in Missoula, Montana for the summer awakening this year. Flying in at midnight, the girls and I felt a chill in the air and a barely perceptible mist, rare for the dry climate. By the time our man arrived a few days later the thermostat had risen to 90. I quickly caught up with my friends’ sandal-tanned feet {READ MORE}


crush(ing) my gaming addiction

It’s a big joke these days that we are all glued to our phones. But it’s sad commentary on the human condition that we simply accept that people no longer make eye contact with the barista when ordering Caramel Macchiatos at Starbucks. (I wonder if the diminishing of eye contact will have a real, societal effect. Someone should do a long-term {READ MORE}


When inspiration (doesn’t) hit

As all creative people know, the waxing and waning of inspiration is a part of the deal. You can force it, but why should you (unless a deadline looms)? Instead of trying to coerce yourself into creativity, or beating yourself up for a lack of ideas, take the opportunity to be lazy. Watch an episode of “Mad {READ MORE}