I’ve been thinking a lot lately on how to decorate kids’ rooms (yes, interwebs, that means we’re having another baby!), and I’ve pretty much settled on these retro-futuristic prints from Butterscotch Lane as part of the new little one’s room decor. I will have ours mounted on wooden blocks (an option for all the photos), which adds an element of imaginative play and potential danger to the proceedings.
I have very low expectations.
(Which means that I’m rarely disappointed, and often pleasantly surprised.)
I dare you to hang this canvas print above your bar.
I’ve had this post waiting in the wings for some time (get it? I’m so punny!), but since Mincing Mockingbird hit the front page of Etsy today, I figured I’d better publish it before he sold out. You see, I have a thing for bird prints; at last count, I have 23, mostly arranged on one wall in my dining room. I own three of Mincing’s pieces, and you know how at Disney’s Haunted Mansion the paintings’ eyes follow you around the room? His work has a much more soulful kind of creep.
And because the hilarious titles of his paintings–such as the name of this post (and titular print in the book), and the pleasantly misanthropic “Any Poetic Impressions Of Life I Have Are Usually Ruined When Someone Starts Talking”–are on full display, this book would be a prime candidate for leaving propped on your bookcase.
Am I insinuating that the gifts you usually give aren’t meaningful? (Maybe I am. I can be like that sometimes.) Regardless of how much of a jerk I am, these should go out to the ones you love.
Tiny and delicate can also be a grand gesture.
A container for just one thing. Your love? Your dignity? I’ll let you decide.
You heard the man. Be somebody, all day long.
While Virginia Woolf insists on a room of one’s own, I’d just settle for my very own comfy chair.
Putting your jewelry in this dish will probably scare the robbers away.
I’m not sure what the metaphor is either, but I think I like it.
Perfect for your new assistant. When he finds a better job, ask for it back and give it to your next one.
Felt is so much sexier than leather. What would you rather rub up against in the subway?
Give this to your mother-in-law. Then smile like you mean it.
For the more cynical among us. (Hey, I say meaningful, not joyful.)
These honesty stamps allow you to apologize or inflame, all without opening your mouth. Isn’t that what got you in trouble in the first place?
A much better teacher gift than caramel corn or an ornament.
A little handmade book of garden birds for your favorite green thumb.
An elegant home for the most modern of necessities.
Puts those Cartier love bracelets to shame.
There’s someone like this in your life, even if it’s your therapist. A route we do not recommend.
Ridiculously romantic: artist Jessica Marie Lertvilai collected love letters and transcribed them in Braille onto the surface of this vase, appropriately entitled “love is blind.”
Is there a more affectionate term of endearment?
These metal flowers come gift-ready in a long white box. Bonus: they’ll never, ever die.
Acrylic is the new gold. Custom made, so get your order in now.
After all these years, there are still some questions left unasked.
And after all these years, they still deserve some secrets.
Send in your doodle, and they’ll stuff it for you.
An anatomically correct silver heart locket. Go Victorian and enclose a lock of hair.
This therapeutic warming mattress cover, with its six separate temperature zones, could save your relationship.
Remember when you used to go to concerts? (Both a question and a statement.)
Limited edition, just like your kid.
Yes, you could just write out twelve ways you made a difference in a plain journal; but if it were that easy, wouldn’t you already have done it?
Make a wish. Make it count.
