Dressers That Go With a Pax Wardrobe
I bought a dresser off Facebook Marketplace once, seventy dollars, drove forty minutes each way to get it, absolutely thrilled with myself, and got it home to stand next to…
I bought a dresser off Facebook Marketplace once, seventy dollars, drove forty minutes each way to get it, absolutely thrilled with myself, and got it home to stand next to…
I once spent four hundred and ten dollars building what I can only describe as a shrine. Not to anything in particular. Just three white ceramic somethings, evenly spaced, on…
I own eleven objects whose entire job is to sit on top of a bookcase and be looked at. Eleven. I counted them last week while standing on a dining…
A musty wardrobe has this reputation as an inevitability of old buildings, like uneven floors or a radiator that only works in July. You open the door, you get that…
Here’s the thing everyone says about vanity tables: they’re a Pinterest fantasy, not a real piece of furniture. A flat surface that exists purely so you can photograph a candle…
I own fourteen cedar blocks, six sachets of dried lavender that came from three different stores because I forgot I’d already bought some, two pheromone traps stuck to the inside…
I own eleven donut vases. Eleven. I counted them properly last Sunday while unpacking a box from my last move, sitting on my kitchen floor surrounded by ceramic rings like…
I dropped my keys into the bowl on my coffee table last Tuesday and heard them land on top of a receipt from CVS, a hair tie, one AirPod that…
I was on my knees in front of the sideboard on a Tuesday night, not doing anything glamorous, just trying to find the good scissors, when I pulled out a…
I bought four wicker baskets and a fake trailing plant for the top of my first proper wardrobe, in my first proper apartment in Somerville, because a magazine told me…