Patio Table: What Belongs on It Through the Seasons
I counted the other day, out of pure nosiness about my own habits, and I go out to that patio table roughly eleven times a day between April and October.…
I counted the other day, out of pure nosiness about my own habits, and I go out to that patio table roughly eleven times a day between April and October.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Everyone told me a teal sofa was going to be the hardest piece of furniture I’d ever own to build a room around. My sister in law said it, my…
Okay so I actually timed this once, not on purpose, just because I was bored during a rewatch of a show I’ve seen four times, and in one hour I…
I’ve typed “what color headboard goes with green walls” into a search bar four separate times in the last two years. Always at around eleven at night. Always right before…
My sister in law walked into my backyard in July, took one look at the bird bath on the patio, and said, “Ben, why does your yard smell like a…