Object Lust

The objects of our affection
From preppy perfume to Portuguese love songs, six writers share the Valentine's Day goodies that really get their hearts racing.
Jump on the veggie express!
I used to hate schlepping around the city for groceries. But now I have a bounty of beautiful, organic produce brought right to my door.
My stroller, my savior
I always sneered at stroller-obsessed yuppies. Then I discovered a double-decker dream machine that changed my life.
Magic machines
Who needs humans? Whether your goal is to sleep through the night or run a marathon, there's a gadget that can help.
Heaven scent
I never thought I could get worked up about home fragrance. Then I got a gift from Provence.
My DVD dealer
With Netflix, never again will I have to endure the humiliation of having a video-store clerk bray, "You have a late fee on 'Bubble Boy.'"
Uncramping my style
I used to gobble handfuls of Advil when period pain knocked me out. But thanks to a magical heating pad, I'm ditching the pills
I've got a crush on Susi
Simply slicing garlic isn't always enough. Sometimes, this most essential of foods needs to be annihilated, pulverized, nearly atomized -- so that when the tiny nibs hit the heat they explode into flavor.
Devils and dust
I used to have billowing piles of dog hair drifting around my house like tumbleweeds, until along came the little wussified vacuum cleaner that changed my life forever.
Object lust
A new weekly column about the trinkets, devices, conveniences and extravagances we can't live without.

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