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…
I wipe down my coffee table somewhere between six and ten times a day. I know this because I started counting one particularly bad week in February, mostly out of…
I was on my knees in my own living room on a Tuesday night, moving the rug for the fourth time that month, when I caught my shin on the…
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…
Side tables have a reputation as the furniture equivalent of an afterthought. You buy the sofa first, you agonize over the rug, you spend actual weeks deciding on curtains, 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…
Small coffee tables have a reputation for being the consolation prize of furniture, the thing you buy when you couldn’t fit the real coffee table, the one with the ottoman…
I counted the other night, out of pure boredom slash procrastination, how many times I actually touch the side table next to my bed in one evening. Fourteen. FOURTEEN times,…
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…
Here’s the thing everyone says about vanity tables: they’re a Pinterest fantasy, not a real piece of furniture. A flat surface that exists purely so you can photograph a candle…