misosouper, a shopping blog

Think of these lovely drains as incentive to keep your sink from becoming a dish-dumping ground.

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When Mr. Misosouper and I married seven years ago, we didn’t register for any “fine” china; I zapped a set of Fiestaware with my gun, and figured that someday, when we had a dining room (at that point, we didn’t even own a kitchen table) and a fully-funded 401k, we’d buy something we really loved, price be damned. (Sidenote: I understand that some wedding guests like to purchase expensive gifts. But asking Cousin Tillie for a $278 pie server? Really?)

That day of reckoning, the day of dedicated dining areas and vested retirement plans, has arrived. I want this set of gloriously bird-flecked china, deep down in my soul. Is it too late to register? Never mind. I suppose we’re on our own for that $1450 gilded teapot.

As the hot season winds down, I’m looking for ways to make it last; hanging this gorgeous driftwood mirror in your entry will have you reflecting on oceania all year long.

Like a pagoda for your drinks, bedecked with a handle so your hand’s heat won’t melt the ice.

In these glasses, mint juleps on my back porch just became a religious experience.

While I’m loving the pre-fab Ikea birchness of this faux deer, I’m also wondering how it would look spray-painted black. Or cerulean blue.

Coral, rendered in aluminum: just enough industrial gravitas to stay on the urban side of beachy.

Anyone up for some crab?

In my imaginary pied-a-terre, the living room features a Victorian plaster fireplace that becomes perfectly accessorized at my housewarming party, when one of my elegant, kind, rich friends swoops in and plants this urn on its mantel.

While $120 may seem steep for a kid’s suitcase, this will be the kind of iconic wheely they’ll carry on throughout college. As a loyal LeSportsac wearer, I guarantee that its Teflon fabric will last longer than your kid’s desire for it.

Cufflinks are the trickiest of accessories: too much, and you’re Silvio Dante; too little, and you’re Mr. Floppy Sleeves, pitiful in that fact that you have no fashionable lady/dude/personal shopper to help you out.

So for the two french-cuffed shirts that Mr. Misosouper owns, I’m thinking these bullets would be just the right touch. When people get a peek at his sleeves, there’ll be that moment, the one that occurs when a smart fashion choice crystallizes into a James Bondian recognition of his (my?) stylish wit:

“Are those…?”

“Why, yes. Yes they are.”

*For a limited time, cufflinksdepot.com is giving away flag cufflinks with purchase. John McCain is sending a pair to Barack Obama as we speak.