Sofa Beds: Two Jobs Done Well or Badly?
I’m on my knees on the floor of what my mortgage paperwork optimistically calls a “second bedroom,” measuring the gap between the window and the closet door with a tape…
I’m on my knees on the floor of what my mortgage paperwork optimistically calls a “second bedroom,” measuring the gap between the window and the closet door with a tape…
I’ve measured the arm of my sofa eleven times since March. I know that because I started keeping a tally on a sticky note stuck to the fridge, next to…
Everyone told me a teal sofa was going to be the hardest piece of furniture I’d ever own to build a room around. My sister in law said it, my…
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 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…
The reputation console tables have is that they’re furniture store filler. You know the vignette. Three matching books nobody’s ever going to read, a glass vase with two dried stems…
Everybody thinks a pink sofa is a phase. A twenty five year old’s first apartment purchase, something you grow out of the way you grow out of fairy lights strung…
The received wisdom on gray sofa pillows is that you play it safe: white, ivory, maybe a “brave” charcoal if you’re feeling reckless, and you call the room finished. I…
My dad walked into my living room last month, took one look at the maroon sofa I’d just reupholstered myself, then clocked the pile of pillows I’d dumped on it…
I counted them once, on a Sunday afternoon when I should have been reconciling my own budget spreadsheet instead of my throw pillow inventory. Fourteen. Fourteen pillows, rotating through one…