[WHERE I BLAHG]: Brooklyn Limestone

Each week (ish) we'll pull back the curtain, and give you an insider's look into the lives of some of your favorite bloggers with 'Here's where I blahg.' This week: @MrsLimestone from Brooklyn Limestone! 

So, duh, I live in Brooklyn...and love Brooklyn. And long before Design Blahg was even a glimmer in my eyeball, I was a huge Brooklyn Limestone fan. First of all: everyone says "brownstone" around here, so the fact that Stefanie went "limestone" had me at go. Second of all, its been loads of fun to watch the progress as she's transformed her home room by room, sharing all of her experiences and tips along the way. And THIRD OF ALL, Stefanie is, like moi, obsessed with travel and always does an amazing job of making me want to empty my bank account in order to copy whatever fantabulous trip she's just returned from (like Kenya! If you don't want to go after looking at these pics, then you are soooo weird. Like SO).

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Brooklyn Style

Our blogging bud Nicole from Sketch42 is off galavanting in Bali, so she was kind enough to ask DB to guest DJ for today!

Check out our post on Brooklyn Style (and duh, our hipster hate).

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BKLYN DESIGNS: An Ethnography

My attendance at BKLYN DESIGNS on Saturday with Erica was more along the lines of ethnographic study than retail therapy.

I was filled with lust for a surprisingly lot of the environmentally pure, reclaimed, locally-grown, and inventive furniture/stuff. 

True, it was all very aspirational since the chances of my actually having the disposable income to buy this faboo brass-inlaid, secret drawer side table for $2600 from design duo colleen & eric, are about as good as my flying off to a northstar in a rocket ship. But then again, a girl can dream...

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[COOL SHIT] Uhuru's Homage to Coney Island

Typically, I wouldn't get in line to celebrate Coney Island. 

The carnival freaks, the hypodermic needles and used condoms that flow onto the beach during high tide, the trash cans overflowing with hot dog remnants and Big Gulp containers—today's Coney Island is not the Coney Island of yore.  "Coney Island Baby" my ass, there are less women toting parasols and more gangstas toting 9mms. 

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