We all have that one piece of funiture, whether it's a chair or a treadmill, that acts as a faux-closet. The piece after the jump will mock you and gently remind you to clean up after yourself:
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I know we all love us the Internet shopping.
And the non-Internet shopping.
But now you've just gone too far.
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I dream about going paragliding. Dreaming in the WAVE chair by Royal Botania seems to take me a little bit closer:
C'mon, baby. Just a little sugar. Right on the kisser. You know you want to.
Hmm. You don't want to? Are you sure? Aw, that's okay, baby. After all, I've got these to keep me company:
When it comes to unsightly assthetics, the peekaboo thong is one of my least favorites. But there's something worse--the often unseen Sweaty Ass Syndrome. Ok, it's not really a syndrome, so don't go Web-MDing it in a panic. But no one likes a sweaty ass. Which is why these are handy:
It's been awhile now since I first lusted after the Aeron, and then found myself satisfied by the Realspace PRO. Did I fold too soon?
Things I Enjoy Indulging In Back-to-Back:
Too many hot butts is a problem with an easy solution (if you're looking for such a thing):
It's nice that these pillows spell out "love," because that's what I'm feeling towards these benches:
[MetroSofa]
I've been complaining a lot lately that my living room looks like oatmeal...all browns and tans with only the slightest splashes of green and purple. Perhaps an uber-dramatic piece, such as this sofa from MetroSofa, could be the answer! After the jump, check out more of their unique pieces, and vote on the best way to provide a splash of color to a dull room.
I’m very much on the fence about these stools. Or should I say, I'm on pot... about them? Nope. Definitely on the fence, as the second part is a strained pun at best*.
More terrible puns, after the jump...
[$1,255, hive]
Ever since posting about the Aeron desk chair, I’ve been feeling a bit…obsessed.
If you've ever felt the sweet embrace of the papasan chair as you curled up in it, fetal, with a pile of textbooks, you'll understand the pure, unadulterated yearning I feel for the ecopod, pictured above.