Coffee Tables for a Room Full of Black Furniture
My friend Marguerite walked into my living room in October, looked at the black leather sofa, the black bookshelf, the black metal lamp I’d been very pleased with myself for…
My friend Marguerite walked into my living room in October, looked at the black leather sofa, the black bookshelf, the black metal lamp I’d been very pleased with myself for…
I own three coffee tables right now, spread across a two bedroom apartment in Boston that does not have three living rooms to put them in. One is doing its…
I own fourteen paint sample pots right now. Fourteen. They’re lined up on top of the fridge because that’s the only surface in this house currently safe from small hands,…
I own nineteen paint sample pots right now, lined up on my kitchen windowsill like a very sad science fair project, and every single one of them is trying to…
I got it wrong for about four months before I got it right, and I want to be honest about how wrong, because it’s the kind of wrong that makes…
Okay so I own six bed frames. Six. Not six beds, six FRAMES, because two of them are just sitting disassembled behind my armchair like some kind of furniture graveyard,…
I painted my first bathroom four times before I got it right, and I want to be honest about why, because it wasn’t bad luck, it was me refusing to…
I was on my hands and knees at quarter to seven in the morning, in a towel, holding a fan of paint chips against the bathroom floor because that was…
I painted my first bathroom vanity the exact wrong shade of white and didn’t understand why for about six months. This was my old apartment on Judah, the one with…
I bought a rug once that I genuinely thought made my living room look like a hospital waiting area. Light gray wool, chunky loop pile, looked incredible online sitting on…