Gold Sofa Pillows for One of the Hardest Colors to Find
I currently own fourteen pillow covers for one sofa. Fourteen. I counted them properly last week, laid out on the guest bed like some sort of forensic display, and my…
I currently own fourteen pillow covers for one sofa. Fourteen. I counted them properly last week, laid out on the guest bed like some sort of forensic display, and my…
Okay so light blue sofas have a reputation problem and I get why. People hear “light blue sofa” and picture one specific thing: a dentist’s waiting room, or your grandma’s…
I was on my knees on the living room floor last Tuesday, taping four different paint chips to the wall next to my sofa, phone flashlight aimed at the fabric…
I ran the numbers on this once, out of genuine curiosity rather than any need to justify it to anyone, and worked out that I reach for a throw pillow…
I own eleven mustard pillows. ELEVEN. I counted them last week while doing a deep clean under the couch, found three I forgot existed, and had a full sit down…
I count throw pillows the way some people count steps on a fitness tracker. Four on the sofa most of the year, six around the holidays because my mother gives…
My sister walked into my condo in December, looked at the gray sofa with its brand new blush pink pillows on it, picked one up, turned it over like she…
Corinne stood in my doorway with her coat still on, looked at my new sofa, and said, “Oh no. It looks like it’s mid argument with itself.” I’d just had…
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…
I was rearranging my own couch pillows for a video call last Tuesday, the kind where you can see your own square in the corner and start obsessing over what’s…