There’s a small toy perched on the bookshelf of my friend’s carefully curated living room. It’s a little creepy. Out of place. A tad confusing.
And better yet, it doesn’t match anything. Not her soft linen curtains, not her aesthetic, Assouline coffee table books, nor her Diptyque candle that smells like…
When I was a kid, nothing confused me more than my parents’ obsession with home projects. Doorknobs, baseboards, wood finishes, paint colors—these things seemed, to me, like adult forms of punishment. I remember the long hours in the paint aisle at Home Depot, my parents standing still, holding up cards with …
Summer has a way of filling up quickly.
The moment the season turns, it seems like everything speeds up — calendars packed, weekends spoken for, bags being packed and unpacked again. Somewhere between the planning and the parties, the travels and the to-dos, Nathan and I caught ourselves: moving fast, aiming h…
