A Patio Heater on a Wood Deck: Base and Heat
Okay so I counted this because I am that person who counts things: nineteen times last month. That is how many nights between October and now I have dragged my…
Okay so I counted this because I am that person who counts things: nineteen times last month. That is how many nights between October and now I have dragged my…
I own seven rugs right now. Seven. Two are rolled up under the porch getting slightly damp because I haven’t dealt with them, one has been in the back of…
I counted it once, out of pure boredom during a work call I wasn’t paying attention to. Nine times. That’s how many times I opened the sideboard in my living…
I was on my knees in the dining room with a tape measure, which is not a dignified position for a woman my age, but there I was, trying to…
I was standing on my back porch steps last November, in two coats and the fingerless gloves my mother thinks are ridiculous, dragging our propane patio heater six feet closer…
I bought a tatami mat off a marketplace listing at eleven at night, half asleep, convinced it would function exactly like a very expensive mattress topper. It arrived four days…
I own six wardrobes. Not six wardrobes’ worth of clothes, six actual pieces of furniture, three of which are currently doing absolutely nothing except taking up space in a storage…
Okay so it’s a Tuesday, I’m doing normal human laundry, and I’m standing in front of my machine holding my kitchen runner going “this is basically a big towel, right?”…
I own six rugs sitting directly on top of wall to wall carpet right now, in an apartment where every single room already came carpeted before I moved a single…
I own eleven rugs. Eleven. I counted them properly last week while looking for a runner I was sure I still had, laid them all out mentally room by room,…