Orange Sofa Pillows Without the Clash
The sofa showed up on a Tuesday, and by Thursday I had genuinely convinced myself I’d made a terrible decision. Not about the sofa itself, the sofa was fine, a…
The sofa showed up on a Tuesday, and by Thursday I had genuinely convinced myself I’d made a terrible decision. Not about the sofa itself, the sofa was fine, a…
I was steam ironing a pillowcase on my actual ironing board, not because I’m suddenly a person who irons, but because I’d just washed four covers and they came out…
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…
My sister Dana walked into my living room in February, took one look at the new sofa, and said, “Ben. It’s the color of a terracotta pot. You bought a…
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…
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 was rearranging my own couch pillows for a video call last Tuesday, the kind where you can see your own square in the corner and start obsessing over what’s…
I reach for the pillows on my cream sofa more than I reach for the remote, which tells you something about how often they get repositioned, thrown on the floor…
I bought a blue velvet sofa in a fit of confidence about eighteen months ago, cobalt, jewel toned, the kind of blue that looks incredible in a showroom and slightly…
I ran the numbers on this once, out of genuine curiosity rather than any need to justify it to anyone, and worked out that I reach for a throw pillow…