The Day We Finally Replaced the Taper Candle Holder
The old candle holder had been sitting on the dining table for so long that nobody actually looked at it anymore, which is exactly how a brass pair that had…
The Velvet Throw Pillow That Earned Its Place at Home
There was a period, roughly two winters long, when this whole site was quietly anti velvet cushion. Too much like something a hotel lobby would have. Too shiny. Someone described…
A Taper Candle Six Months In
One of us admitted last week, unprompted, over coffee, that the first pair of tapers we bought for the house were a mistake, and not a small one. Bought them…
A Tealight Candle Holder in Real Life: Love It or Leave It
Whoever keeps buying more tealight holders than we have tealights needs to explain themselves, because right now we’re sitting on a shelf full of glass and metal waiting for candles…
The Tassel Throw Pillow We Almost Sent Back
It came in the box already looking suspicious. Tassels everywhere, four fat corner ones and a fringe running the whole seam, the kind of pillow that photographs like it’s trying…
The Scented Candle We Didn’t Expect to Love
Someone brought this candle into the office as a joke gift, wrapped in the leftover paper from someone’s birthday, and it caused a proper argument within about four minutes of…
A Personalized Throw Pillow in Real Life: Love It or Leave It
There’s a personalized cushion on the sofa with a photo of a dog that died four years ago printed onto it, slightly faded now because it sits in a patch…
The Pillar Candle We Keep Buying for Friends
Someone on this team finally admitted, unprompted, that the scented three wick monstrosity they gifted two Christmases running was a mistake, and that the recipient had been quietly regifting it…
The Geometric Throw Pillow We Still Have and Still Like
One of us thinks the geometric cushion is the only thing that stops a beige sofa looking like a waiting room. Another thinks it’s the interiors equivalent of a shoulder…
The Day We Finally Replaced the Cotton Blanket
The old cotton blanket finally got binned after someone staying over asked, very politely, if we had “a spare one that wasn’t see through.” That was the whole review, really,…