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…
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…
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…
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…
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 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,…
Whoever is on sofa duty at the end of the night is expected to fold the throw. Nobody assigned this. It just became true, the way a lot of things…
Marcus texted me a photo at eight o’clock on a Friday night. New gazebo, cedar posts, asphalt shingle roof he’d put on himself over a long weekend, and sitting dead…
Fran was staying over for a conference at Brown, sleeping in my spare room, which in a hundred and thirty year old triple-decker means sleeping approximately four feet from whatever…
I pull four throw pillows off my couch every single night, set them on the armchair like I’m clearing a job site before the crew shows up, and about twice…
I turned my electric blanket on for the forty first night in a row this week. I know it was forty one because I actually kept a tally on my…