Tall Vase, No Flowers: Ideas for Filling the Height
I have a friend, Marguerite, who works at a florist in Somerville, and she told me something that stuck: “The vase is not a life support machine for flowers. It’s…
I have a friend, Marguerite, who works at a florist in Somerville, and she told me something that stuck: “The vase is not a life support machine for flowers. It’s…
I was stripping the bed on a Saturday morning, the way you do when you’ve finally noticed the pillowcases have gone a bit gray and you can’t remember the last…
I used to think tulips were the high maintenance ex of the flower world. Gorgeous for about four days, then an absolute mess, stems bent over the side of the…
I own eleven vases. I counted them properly last week, standing in my kitchen with a tape measure, because that is apparently the sort of Tuesday night I have now.…
Ask anyone who’s ever bought a house with original hardwood and they’ll tell you the same thing: keep furniture off it or it’s ruined within a year. I heard that…
I was doing the after dinner dishes on a Tuesday, plates stacked, sink full of that gray water you get when somebody’s rinsed pasta sauce off four things at once,…
I’d like to have a word with the woman who spent forty dollars on two pillows in a shade the catalog called “storm cloud” back in 2011, brought them home…
I’m on the floor of my own bedroom, knees complaining about it, holding up four paint chips against a stack of quilts I got off a woman clearing her mother’s…
I bought a bed and nightstand set once. An actual set, matching pieces, same finish, same everything, because I’d read somewhere that matching furniture was the “grown up” way to…
I bought a side table made entirely of glass and brass rods, no shelf, no drawer, nothing, just a circle of glass balanced on three thin legs, because it looked…