The Day We Finally Replaced the Gold Wall Sconce
The old sconce came down on a Tuesday, which nobody planned, it just finally happened, the way these things do after someone’s said “we should really sort that” for about…
The old sconce came down on a Tuesday, which nobody planned, it just finally happened, the way these things do after someone’s said “we should really sort that” for about…
We keep coming back to the same two lamps whenever this argument starts up again, the brass swing arm one that lived in the room with the reading chair for…
This one has moved house more times than any of us, and none of those moves had anything to do with the sconce itself. It has lived above a headboard,…
I set fire to a lampshade once. Not dramatically, no flames licking the ceiling, but enough scorching on a scrap of William Morris style wallpaper that the whole apartment smelled…
My mom walked into my bathroom in Baltimore, flicked on the sconce beside the mirror, looked at herself for a solid four seconds, and said, “well, that’s rude.” I asked…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor at seven o’clock on a Tuesday, cross-legged, peeling packing tape off a box of mismatched wine glasses I definitely didn’t need, when I…
I’m sitting on my kitchen floor at eleven at night holding four paint chips up against my bathroom tile, phone propped against the cabinet filming because apparently I can’t do…
I own fourteen curtain panels right now. Fourteen. I counted them properly the other day while I was hunting for a specific rust colored pair that had gone missing between…
I’ve got thirty eight flooring samples sitting in a milk crate in the back of my truck right now. Not swatches, actual samples, the six inch chunks of engineered oak…
Someone told me once that light brown furniture is the beige of the wood world, safe, forgettable, impossible to actually mess up because it goes with everything and therefore goes…