Light Gray Sofa Living Rooms: Pillows That Handle Everyday Life
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…
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…
My dad walked into my living room last month, took one look at the maroon sofa I’d just reupholstered myself, then clocked the pile of pillows I’d dumped on it…
I counted them once, on a Sunday afternoon when I should have been reconciling my own budget spreadsheet instead of my throw pillow inventory. Fourteen. Fourteen pillows, rotating through one…
Sunday afternoon, I’m on the living room floor with a seam ripper, taking the zipper out of a pillow cover that died on me after eight months, because the insert…
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…
I reach for the pillows on my cream sofa more than I reach for the remote, which tells you something about how often they get repositioned, thrown on the floor…
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…