Weighting a Vase of Fake Flowers
My wife walked past the console table in our entryway last Tuesday, stopped dead, picked up the tall glass vase with the faux eucalyptus stems in it, and said, “Why…
My wife walked past the console table in our entryway last Tuesday, stopped dead, picked up the tall glass vase with the faux eucalyptus stems in it, and said, “Why…
My wife walked into the kitchen, looked at the big glass vase sitting on the counter, looked at me, and said, “There’s nothing in that.” There was something in it.…
My dad stood on my patio in Charlotte, coffee in hand, looked down at the fire pit I’d just assembled on the bare concrete, and said, “You’re gonna crack that…
Denise stood at my kitchen window last April, coffee in hand, looking out at the bird bath in a way that meant she had something to say and was building…
I own six bird baths right now. Six. On a lot in Milwaukee that’s a shade over a quarter acre, which means if you stood in the middle of my…
I used to think baskets under a console table were basically furniture jewelry. You put them there, they look woven and warm and instantly your entryway photographs like it belongs…
I counted last week. Got the little step stool out, pulled everything down off the top closet shelf where I apparently store vases like other people store Tupperware they’re afraid…
Fourteen. I counted them properly on a Sunday afternoon that I will not be getting back, standing in front of the cabinet under my kitchen sink pulling out vase after…
My dad walked into my kitchen last Tuesday, saw the forty two inch glass cylinder sitting empty on the counter, and said, “Another one? You don’t even like flowers.” Which…
Okay so my roommate Delaney walked into the kitchen last Tuesday, looked at the windowsill, and just went “when did we become people who own SEVEN vases.” Seven. I counted…