Anyone who has wondered why they wake up every night in the winter with dry palms and a scratch at the back of their throat may consider this - the air in the winter is bone dry. New York City is particularly bad. But the knowledge of this didn't bring me to action until this year, when I decided it was time to get a humidifier.
The last memory I have of a humidifier was this giant drum-like object my mother would put in my brother and I's room when we were sick. I loved it because of the hum it made and the damp cool air it blew. The appearance of it - of little concern when 8 years old - is now paramount. Hence a week spent online researching humidifiers. At first I'd resigned myself to some ugly box that looks like it should be bedside the elderly with tubes and buttons. But then I saw this cute penguin.
Adorable. Yes, it's for a kid's room but I'd rather stare at this than an ugly box. Plus, the mist shoots out of its beak - how great is that? I placed the order with Amazon (only $38) only to cancel it 4 hours later thanks to Billy Daley tipping me off on an influx of designer Japanese humidifiers at triple the price. I'd have stuck with the Peng if it weren't for the incredible Middle Colors Humidifier from Japan you see above. At $150 it's not cheap, but the fact that I could leave it out all winter sans shame is a big plus.
Billy went ahead and bought Fred - a slightly less expensive domestic model that is no less unique (above). I believe this one will set you back $100 though Gilt had it for $75. It seems we've come a long way from drums and boxes.