The spoon chandelier I spotted in Hipsterville over the weekend and featured in an earlier post reminded me of a trip I made to Poland over the holidays. I was fortunate enough to spend some time in Krakow, the second largest city in Poland and the country’s old capital. Unlike Warsaw, Krakow was spared from heavy destruction during World War II because the head of the Nazi government loved it so much. I can understand why — the abundant charm throughout the city is illuminating even in the dark winter days. Continue reading
Being a natural-born bargain hunter, I admit to holding a special place in my heart for discount stores. I paid frequent visits to TJ Maxx/HomeGoods in Santa Clara before moving back to the City because of its proximity to my home and work at the time. I often felt immersed in a cloud of gratification whenever someone would compliment me on a purchase, giving me the opportunity to declare, “I only paid XXX for it!!” Yes, I’m one of those.
During a recent visit, I noticed a pretty chair sandwiched in an aisle of not-so-pretty ones. Continue reading
As if I needed yet another reason to be online, I joined a new social networking site called Nextdoor. Unlike Facebook, it’s a site that builds online communities of people living in the same neighborhood so they can share information on events, local businesses, education, security and anything else that may concern them. (Note: I’m not implying anything negative about Facebook, nor do I have any investments or affiliations with Nextdoor. I’m just a fan of any mechanism that allows people to communicate about pertinent issues happening right in their backyards.) Continue reading
San Francisco has changed significantly since I moved here almost 20 years ago. This is especially true for a neighborhood known as the Mission. Once a predominantly Latin community, the Mission is now a mecca for the City’s young, urban subculture, more commonly known as “hipsters.” Seeing hipsters loose on the streets of this neighborhood is similar to seeing new freshman students at your university when you’re a senior: you just feel old. Seeing hipsters shop at the stores you perused when it was still said Latin community because the merchandise is now considered vintage makes you feel dead. Continue reading
Growing up in Asia, I kept hearing about feng shui and how placement of furniture can have an effect on your love life, finances, health, and overall well being.
Mom would tell me, “Don’t put your bed there, facing the window! It’s bad feng shui!” It scared me so much that at one point, I honestly believed I was going to be kidnapped by large birds right from my bedroom during my sleep. And this is why I never read too much about the topic. I’d spend my life wondering if my placement of a table led to the untimely death of my goldfish, or some other tragedy in my life. Continue reading
I’ve decided that my blog needs a hottie of the week feature: a house I admire or wouldn’t mind calling home. I promise to take better photos as my blog evolves. For now, I’m relying on my phone camera roll (sans party pics).
My friend Koko, whom I’ve known since high school, recently visited Kyushu, Japan with her mother.
Most people who know me know how hot I am for Japanese design, so when Koko posted this picture on Facebook of her hotel room deck at Kirishima onsen, I felt my heart skip a beat. Onsen is the Japanese term for hot springs. Continue reading
After woefully neglecting the Dux finds for a few years, I decided it was time for a resuscitation rally. With the help of my partner-in-crime, my brother’s sander, and a lot of patience, I slowly witnessed their rebirth.
While waiting for stain layers to dry, I dug deeper into the history of the chairs and discovered they were designed by a gentleman named Folke Ohlsson who worked on these chairs in nearby Burlingame during the late 50’s. Continue reading
Christmas, 2002. My family and I decided to spend a few days in Napa. We found a quaint little cottage near downtown and I immediately set out in search of the closest thrift store. To my delight, a Salvation Army was just around the corner. Continue reading