Candles in the Bedroom: Cozy Habit or Bad Idea?
Fran was staying over for a conference at Brown, sleeping in my spare room, which in a hundred and thirty year old triple-decker means sleeping approximately four feet from whatever…
Fran was staying over for a conference at Brown, sleeping in my spare room, which in a hundred and thirty year old triple-decker means sleeping approximately four feet from whatever…
My phone buzzed while I was mid scroll through my own Vinted closet, seeing what needed reshuffling before the weekend. My friend Marnie, who’d come round to drop off a…
I own fourteen fire pits at this point, which is a number I only know because I actually sat down one night and counted them off my phone, scrolling back…
The reputation headphones with missing ear pads have is pretty simple: they’re done. Trash. Toss them, buy new ones, don’t even think about wearing a pair with the cushions gone…
I was doing the most boring possible Sunday chore, wiping down the shelf above my radiator with a Clorox wipe because dust in this apartment is genuinely a personality trait…
I was on my knees in the half bath on a Sunday morning, scrubbing grout with an old electric toothbrush because apparently that’s a thing now, apparently that’s what qualifies…
I own six floating TV stands. Not six television sets, not six living rooms that need filling, six actual console units built or marketed under that particular name, and three…
I ruined a cushion cover so badly that my wife walked into the living room, looked at the couch, and said “did we get a cat that likes to nest…
I torched a two hundred dollar paver with a forty dollar fire bowl, and the worst part is I stood there and watched it happen like it was somebody else’s…
Okay so picture this. It’s a Tuesday, not even a nice occasion, just a random Tuesday where my roommate Casey decided we were “doing a little grill situation” on the…