The Black Coffee Table We Bought on a Whim
It was meant to fill a gap for about a fortnight, a stopgap until someone made a proper decision, and instead it has been sitting there for the better part…
It was meant to fill a gap for about a fortnight, a stopgap until someone made a proper decision, and instead it has been sitting there for the better part…
The black TV stand in the front room has been there long enough that nobody remembers who actually chose it, only that it arrived, got put in place, and quietly…
Six months is exactly the point where a footstool stops being furniture you photographed for the group chat and starts being furniture you actually put your feet on, spill things…
Whoever sits down last gets the arm rest, and whoever gets the arm rest has to actually get up if anyone needs a glass of water, and nobody ever volunteers,…
A delivery driver said it best, actually, hauling the thing up two flights and setting it down like he was retiring from something. “That’s not a coffee table,” he said,…
I reach for my coffee table roughly fourteen times a day. I know that number because I counted for a week last spring, out of boredom, while I was supposed…
My friend Marguerite walked into my living room in October, looked at the black leather sofa, the black bookshelf, the black metal lamp I’d been very pleased with myself for…
I own eleven pillows for one three seat sofa. Eleven. I counted them properly last Tuesday while I was supposed to be grading a stack of persuasive essays about whether…
My colleague Ron walked into my living room in October, looked at the sofa, looked at me, and said, “Did you rob a Sizzler.” Which is unkind, and also not…
I counted them last month, actually, out of curiosity more than anything. Client living rooms with a silver sofa, since the start of the year: six. Not gray, which is…