Today is Friday the 13th, and, boy, am I superstitious! I avoid 13th floors on elevators, never walk under ladders, and would pass on purchasing a black pillow today, especially one that looks like its entrails are spilling out on your sofa. Don't the ruffles on West Elm's Felt Blossom Pillow ($14, was $29) remind you of cushion guts? Or maybe I am just in a spooky frame of mind on this Freaky Friday.