Dear Bedside Tables,
You know, it’s funny, because I don’t find myself thinking about you that often, but I just noticed you’re one of the most accessorized parts of my apartment. Yesterday, I got a ceramic piggy speaker from West Elm and it kind of added the perfect spice (and function) to my bedside table. One of my favorite things about my apartment is that there are tons of palm trees outside, so I like to sleep on the side of the bed next to the window so the palms are the first thing I see when I wake up. I also have a thing for succulents, so I have a ton of them all over my apartment (sidenote: it’s good for you to have plants inside, cleans the air and provides oxygen).
Here is the adorable pig speaker I just got. I’m kind of obsessed with it because I like to listen to NPR in the morning on the KPCC iPhone app while I get ready for a day of glamour and fun (read: driving all over town looking for rugs and picking up drapery for clients whilst sweating and biting my nails).
The piggy is ceramic and has a speaker on his belly.
Here’s a better shot of the cute pig, from the West Elm website.
I know you’re jealous of my Magic Mountain tray.
Just a note to any man out there who ever considers buying a pink Voluspa candle. I don’t recommend it. I bought this one (“Saijo Persimmon” in the pink metal tin) and it makes me feel like a ladyface on a daily basis. But it does smell good. Conundrums.
The ceramic lamp is from Crate & Barrel.
I use this antique chest as a bedside table. I thought it was Japanese but it has “Glass” written on the side so I think it’s American. I really have no idea what its original purpose was.
This is the other side of the bed, where my boyfriend sleeps. Oh wait, I don’t have one. The green chest is from the flea market ($100) and is super pretty because it’s covered in toxic mold. Not really. That I know of.
These are some of my art books that no one is allowed to look at because I don’t want them to mess up my perfect stacks. Probably why I’m single.
This is one of the best gifts I ever received. My parents bought it for me when I graduated from graduate school. It’s a clock designed by my favorite artist of all time, Yoshitomo Nara. You can get your own at Cerealart.
The white lamp is Ikea, but I don’t think they make it anymore. Also on the table is, GASP, a pink candle. WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?
Next to my nonexistent boyfriend’s bedside table, I put a stool with a pillow on it. I’d be outraged if anyone sat on it though, because I don’t want it to EVER get dirty. I am a terrible person.
So, bedside tables, in conclusion, you are great. You provide me with endless entertainment and opportunities to rearrange. As well as great places to store all the stuff I hoard.