new obsession: salmonberries
I recently spied these glowing orange-hued berries on a hike in Seattle’s Carkeek Park, where the trails were lined with bushes dangling the fruits like jewels. I knew it was too early to pick them, but I was sure that they were salmonberries, a wild berry that is a botanical cousin to the much-maligned Himalayan blackberry. So on our next hike, in Olallie State Park, I was tempted again to taste the trail side forbidden fruit — and I did. Waves of bright, tangy juice crashed on to my tongue, slightly reminiscent of raspberries. Salmonberries can be found in wet forests and near streams from Northern California to Alaska, and are usually the first berries to ripen of the season. And now that they’re ripe, I’ll be scouring the greenbelts near our house with a basket for more! I can only imagine how good they’ll be in salads, and how cool would it be to make salmonberry jam? Have you ever foraged for wild fruit? Let us know in the comments! — Megan B.
macra-mazing: vintage macrame plant hangers
I’ve been obsessed with macrame for a few years now, ever since I lucked into two vintage macrame lawn chairs (FOR FREE!). There is something about macrame that screams 1970′s to me — in a good way — like reruns of “Three’s Company”. Maybe I’ve always wanted to be Mrs. Roper… So now, you’ll find me thrifin’ in a floral caftan (not really), scouring the aisles for little pieces of fiber-woven nostalgia, notably plant hangers. I scored the lovely jute number you see in the photo for 3 dollars, bagged with a larger unfinished hanger. Thinking that it may be a good source, I searched Etsy for more and found quite a few lovely examples, like this and this. But honestly, I had no idea that vintage plant hangers would fetch $20+, so I guess the next step would be learning the craft. This vintage leaflet looks like a good resource: and for the bargain price of $3.25. Have you ever worked with macrame? Any books or tricks of the trade you can share? — Megan B.
watch the most awesome vacuum cleaner ad, ever

Longtime readers of this blog know my love of horror films and campy macabre, so you’ll understand my delight in this new Dirt Devil ad. I know I’m giving away the punchline with this screengrab, but you have to click through to YouTube to see. Enjoy! — Angela M.
P.S. As much as I love this ad, I’m still not giving up my Miele. ;-)
unexpected renovation treat: a note from the past


I absolutely adore this story I just read in the newsletter of a local Seattle salvage company, Second Use. When the salvage team removed a lintel, they found a note dated 1973 and addressed to “Future Man” from Jack Barbour, the man who originally worked on the space. The website doesn’t share the whole story, which is that Jack was a first-generation American from Belgium who passed away 20 years ago. Before moving west, my husband and I did a major home remodel, and we did in fact leave notes (in our case, written on the boards that were later covered by drywall) detailing how we literally put sweat, tears and blood into the project — a board fell on my husband’s head mid-construction that required stitches! I love the idea that in 20 years’ time, someone might uncover our hello. If you renovate, do you leave notes for your own “Future Man”? — Mary T.
steal this idea: $3 glowing garden orbs


This idea is so simple and brilliant (pun intended) that you should just head over to The Art of Doing Stuff right now. All it takes is a couple of orphaned light covers from a thrift store and some leftover Christmas lights to transfer your own backyard or patio into a slightly more elegant space. I can’t wait to try this for myself! — Mary T.














