Yes, I am well aware that faux logs are to Williamsburg what cowboy boots are to Chelsea, and that once the crafty and clever have gotta ahold of something you know it is about to become cutting edge to the indy designers, but I have a soft spot for fake logs, and I am not going to become jaded about it. It’s like when I finished my MFA I realized that the main thing art school had changed about me** was that I no longer liked any of the art I liked before I went there. It’s that sort of thing I am learning to protect my innocence against. Perhaps that is my post graduate school fissure. In the same vein, I’d like to say that Bikram Yoga, while offensive to name a type of Yoga after a person instead of a Chakra or something, is the greatest discovery of 2008 (for me). There was one other in the kitchen that I think is even better, but I can’t remember what it is (for now).
My point is, I coulda sworn bowerbox sent me something like this: a stool or bench made out of material that looks like a log or a branch or some other part of a tree.* Where has it gone, Val? Buy something of hers so she feels better, k?
i am particularly smitlike with the detail of the bark being a zippable cover. Oh so clever.
*in an effort to make sure I can always find old posts in my blog, I am now throwing as many keywords into the body as possible.
**other than being the most expensive vocational education in the universe - and I am so glad I used RISD as a glorified New England Tech.