Ottoman Coffee Table: A Soft Surface Needs a Tray
I was reaching over to set my coffee down on the ottoman in my living room last Tuesday, mid text, not even looking, the way you do with an actual…
I was reaching over to set my coffee down on the ottoman in my living room last Tuesday, mid text, not even looking, the way you do with an actual…
I was on the floor of my hallway last Saturday, cross legged on a drop cloth, going through a coffee can of drawer pulls I’ve been hoarding since a barn…
My mom walked into my backyard in July, looked at the new coffee table, and said, “Chloe, that thing looks like it’s already been through a hurricane.” I told her…
My dad walked into my bedroom last spring, looked at the new bed frame I’d just leveled out, then looked at the nightstand I’d shoved next to it, and said…
Okay so here’s the thing everyone assumes about area rugs: that just having one down is basically an act of floor protection. Like the rug is doing the wood a…
I reach under my bed frame roughly four times a week, which sounds like an oddly specific thing to track until you realize it’s basically the retrieval rate for one…
I’m sitting on my kitchen floor at eleven at night holding four paint chips up against my bathroom tile, phone propped against the cabinet filming because apparently I can’t do…
My sister Corrine walked into my den back in March, looked at the six foot glass vase in the corner with a single dried palm frond drooping out of it…
I bought a bunch of tulips from the guy who sets up outside the hardware store on Layton every March, back when Milwaukee is still gray sludge and everyone’s desperate…
I own fourteen vases. Fourteen. I counted them properly last weekend, out loud, standing in my kitchen with a mug of coffee going cold, and got to fourteen and just…