Hurricane Vase Ideas Beyond Candles
I was on my knees in front of the sideboard on a Tuesday night, not doing anything glamorous, just trying to find the good scissors, when I pulled out a…
I was on my knees in front of the sideboard on a Tuesday night, not doing anything glamorous, just trying to find the good scissors, when I pulled out a…
I own fourteen glass vases. Fourteen. I counted them properly last week while packing for a shoot, laid them all out on my kitchen island like some kind of crime…
I counted them once, out of curiosity more than anything, because a student had asked me why my classroom windowsill had four vases with nothing in them and I didn’t…
My sister walked into my kitchen back in November, saw the counter covered in birch bark bundles, a box of long fireplace matches, two flasks, and a wool blanket still…
I counted eleven times last Tuesday. Eleven times I walked past my own display cabinet and adjusted something by maybe half an inch, then walked past it again ten minutes…
I dropped my keys into the bowl on my coffee table last Tuesday and heard them land on top of a receipt from CVS, a hair tie, one AirPod that…
A friend of mine, Marla, walked into my kitchen last October, looked at the vase on the counter, and said, “Helen. That water looks like pond water. Actual pond water.…
Renata walked into my apartment two weekends ago, stopped dead in front of the coffee table, and said, “Chloe. Is that a bowl of rocks.” Not a question really. More…
I bought four wicker baskets and a fake trailing plant for the top of my first proper wardrobe, in my first proper apartment in Somerville, because a magazine told me…
I bought my first bookcase off a listing that used the word “investment” unironically, which should have been my first warning, and then spent an entire Saturday alphabetizing by author…