Dressing Table Top: Keeping It From Turning Into a Junk Pile
I own six trays whose entire job, their entire professional purpose in my home, is to sit on top of one dressing table and hold things. Six. I counted them…
I own six trays whose entire job, their entire professional purpose in my home, is to sit on top of one dressing table and hold things. Six. I counted them…
Odette stood in my dining room doorway with her coat still on, looked at the strip of blue green paint I’d rolled onto one wall, and said, “Isla, did you…
I once spent four hundred and ten dollars building what I can only describe as a shrine. Not to anything in particular. Just three white ceramic somethings, evenly spaced, on…
I built a platform bed with an integrated ledge for my own bedroom about six years ago, back when I thought I knew everything about building things because I’d been…
My sister walked into my condo two Saturdays ago, took one look at my console table, and said, “Aisha, this looks like a garage sale that got promoted.” She wasn’t…
I was up on a step stool in my own bedroom on a Sunday morning, not doing anything productive, just finally dealing with the top of my wardrobe because my…
I own eleven objects whose entire job is to sit on top of a bookcase and be looked at. Eleven. I counted them last week while standing on a dining…
I got rid of the television in the den in 2019 and left the stand exactly where it was for four months, empty, because I genuinely did not know what…
My wife walked into the dining room, took one look at the wall above our sideboard, and just said, “Ben. What is happening up there.” Which was fair, because at…
I count them properly maybe twice a year, usually right before my husband asks why the hall closet won’t shut, and the number currently sits at fourteen. Fourteen wall sconces,…