The Gray Coffee Table That Earned Its Place at Home
Nobody voted for the gray coffee table. It arrived as a compromise nobody remembers agreeing to, a middle ground between someone who wanted glass and someone who wanted “literally anything…
Nobody voted for the gray coffee table. It arrived as a compromise nobody remembers agreeing to, a middle ground between someone who wanted glass and someone who wanted “literally anything…
There was one sentence, said out loud in the group chat, that caused a proper argument and never really got resolved: “gray is just beige that’s given up.” That single…
It started as an argument about whether we even needed a fifth chair, and it ended when someone’s cousin needed somewhere to stay for a fortnight and suddenly a fifth…
One of us thinks a gray headboard is the single smartest thing you can put behind a bed. Another thinks it’s what happens when someone can’t commit to a real…
I did a rough count of drink rings on the current end tables in this living room last month, purely out of curiosity, and got to fourteen across three tables…
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…
I painted my first bathroom four times before I got it right, and I want to be honest about why, because it wasn’t bad luck, it was me refusing to…
Okay so I own six bed frames. Six. Not six beds, six FRAMES, because two of them are just sitting disassembled behind my armchair like some kind of furniture graveyard,…
I got it wrong for about four months before I got it right, and I want to be honest about how wrong, because it’s the kind of wrong that makes…
I own fourteen paint sample pots right now. Fourteen. They’re lined up on top of the fridge because that’s the only surface in this house currently safe from small hands,…