Burnt Orange Sofa Pillows for a Room With Some Nerve
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 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…
I was sanding down a nightstand in my kitchen on a Saturday in February because the porch was eleven degrees and my “workshop” is really just wherever the radiator happens…
I was on my knees in the bedroom on a Sunday night, phone flashlight in my teeth, trying to figure out why I could not find my glasses on the…
Everyone tells you tan leather is the safe choice. The default. The sofa you buy when you don’t want to think about it anymore, when you’ve spent four months on…
I bought my first charcoal sofa in 2011 convinced I was buying black, and I want you to sit with that for a second before you judge me too hard,…
My sister walked into my living room in January, still wearing her coat because the house was doing its usual impression of a meat locker, took one look at the…
I check the color temperature stamped on a lightbulb box more than I check anything else in a hardware aisle, and I’ve done that job long enough that I should…