Mustard Sofa Pillows That Calm It Down or Play It Up
I own eleven mustard pillows. ELEVEN. I counted them last week while doing a deep clean under the couch, found three I forgot existed, and had a full sit down…
I own eleven mustard pillows. ELEVEN. I counted them last week while doing a deep clean under the couch, found three I forgot existed, and had a full sit down…
I count throw pillows the way some people count steps on a fitness tracker. Four on the sofa most of the year, six around the holidays because my mother gives…
My sister walked into my condo in December, looked at the gray sofa with its brand new blush pink pillows on it, picked one up, turned it over like she…
Corinne stood in my doorway with her coat still on, looked at my new sofa, and said, “Oh no. It looks like it’s mid argument with itself.” I’d just had…
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 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…
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’d like to have a word with the woman who spent forty dollars on two pillows in a shade the catalog called “storm cloud” back in 2011, brought them home…
I bought my chesterfield off a guy in Ballantyne who was getting divorced and needed it gone by Saturday, and every single piece I read afterward about styling one said…