Dining Room Sideboard: Serving, Storing and Showing Off
I own six dining room sideboards right now, if you count the one currently living in a storage unit in Daly City because I couldn’t bear to donate it and…
I own six dining room sideboards right now, if you count the one currently living in a storage unit in Daly City because I couldn’t bear to donate it and…
My sister walked into my dining room last month, stopped dead in the doorway, and said, “Isla. Since when do you own a sideboard that doesn’t wobble.” Which, fair. For…
I’m standing on a step stool at 9pm on a Tuesday, counting mugs. Not drinking out of one, counting them, out loud, like an actual inventory audit, because I have…
My dad opened the drawer under my bathroom sink last Thanksgiving looking for a nail clipper, got one look at what was inside, and said, “Owen, I taught you better…
A musty wardrobe has this reputation as an inevitability of old buildings, like uneven floors or a radiator that only works in July. You open the door, you get that…
I own eleven shirts I wear on rotation and I probably open that closet door around fourteen times a week, more if laundry’s backed up, which it usually is. And…
I was standing on a kitchen chair at seven this morning, in my robe, holding a gravy boat I hadn’t touched since Thanksgiving 2019, trying to figure out if it…
I counted for a week, actual tally, little tick marks on a Post it stuck to my mirror. Fourteen times a day, on average, I open the top drawer of…
Glass display cabinets have a reputation problem, and I get it. Say the phrase out loud and most people picture their grandmother’s dining room, a locked cabinet full of Hummel…
I bought my first proper display cabinet in 1994, a monstrous oak thing with brass hardware that the delivery men hated me for, and I filled it, within about a…