Sofa Beds: Two Jobs Done Well or Badly?
I’m on my knees on the floor of what my mortgage paperwork optimistically calls a “second bedroom,” measuring the gap between the window and the closet door with a tape…
I’m on my knees on the floor of what my mortgage paperwork optimistically calls a “second bedroom,” measuring the gap between the window and the closet door with a tape…
I own eleven rugs. Eleven. Across a one bedroom condo with, generously, five zones that could plausibly need floor covering, which means I’m carrying almost double the inventory the space…
I was standing in a nursery that wasn’t mine, at eleven at night, holding a phone flashlight between my teeth and trying to get a level app to read flat…
The new mattress arrived on a Tuesday, still wrapped in that ridiculous vacuum sealed plastic that makes it look like a giant beige burrito, and by six that evening I…
I was on my knees at eleven at night, wrestling a mattress topper back into position after it had slid a full foot to the left for the third time…
I reach under my bed frame roughly four times a week, which sounds like an oddly specific thing to track until you realize it’s basically the retrieval rate for one…
I own four entryway console tables right now, spread across a condo that has exactly one entryway. That number should embarrass me more than it does. One is in the…
I told a colleague, the woman two desks over who has strong opinions about everything from her lunch order to my monitor arm setup, that I was skipping a headboard…
I bought six roses from the grocery store on a random Wednesday because they were marked down to seven dollars and I had a bad day at work that had…
I own seven mirrors right now, in a condo with exactly one vanity, and I want to be honest that four of them are currently stacked against the wall of…