Pink Sofa Pillows for a Grown Up Room
Everybody thinks a pink sofa is a phase. A twenty five year old’s first apartment purchase, something you grow out of the way you grow out of fairy lights strung…
Everybody thinks a pink sofa is a phase. A twenty five year old’s first apartment purchase, something you grow out of the way you grow out of fairy lights strung…
Fourteen. That’s the number I landed on when I finally sat down and counted every throw pillow currently living on or near my sofa, including the two that migrated to…
I’ve got nine nightstands right now. Nine. Not in my house, thank God, four of those are living in my sister’s garage under a paint-splattered drop cloth, waiting for a…
The sofa came home on a Tuesday, hauled up two flights by a mover named Reggie who told me, flatly, that burnt orange velvet was “a choice.” I laughed it…
The lamp was gorgeous. I want that on record before I tell you what I did to it. A brass table lamp, 1930s if the seller was telling the truth,…
I used to tell people that LED lights and bathrooms don’t belong in the same sentence, not if you want the room to feel like anything other than a dentist’s…
I’m on the floor of my own bedroom, knees complaining about it, holding up four paint chips against a stack of quilts I got off a woman clearing her mother’s…
I bought my first genuinely large vase from a home store outside Pooler, and I did everything wrong with it inside the first week. It was a floor vase, cream…
I realized what I’d been doing right about eighteen months ago, standing in my own bedroom, looking at a dresser top I’d rearranged without thinking about it for the tenth…
“If it’s on the table, you use it every day. That’s the rule.” That’s what my cousin said, standing in my bedroom, looking at the little marble topped vanity I’d…