The White Wardrobe We’d Never Buy Again (Usually)
Our original intention when buying ours was that it would be aspirational. When closed, it would sit calmly in the corner; a rectangle of nothing, doors shut, neat piles of…
The White Entryway Cabinet We’re Still Not Sick Of
One of us believes the single most truthful piece of furniture you can own is a white entryway cabinet, because within a week it will reveal to you exactly how…
What We Love (And Don’t) About a Rattan Outdoor Sofa
The great debate over whether rattan sofas survive a garden or merely survive garden centre patio display was resolved once and for all in the end, thanks to someone unearthing…
What We Love (And Don’t) About a White Cot
One of us has finally unprompted confessed that she spent four years banging on about how white cots were a terrible idea for any home with a toddler capable of…
The Rattan Garden Chair We Regret Buying Cheap
Some iteration of the same rattan chair is sold at every garden centre within fifty miles of us come springtime, piled up helpfully by the till like the end is…
Why We Keep Buying a Black Parasol
It’s official. Apparently we are the household that needs four black parasols across three gardens. Brand loyalty or insane stupidity that we refuse to learn from. Whichever it is we…
The Runner Rug We Actually Use Daily
We talk about the jute runner from our old hallway in every single one of these conversations at some point. Always lessons learned. It looked amazing for about six weeks.…
The Accent Bedroom Chair That’s Worth The Argument
Close to one hundred percent of us believe that the accent bedroom chair is one of those great underrated purchases of adulthood, that quiet workhorse of the household that earns…
The Glass Display Cabinet We’d Put In Our Own Home
The main sticking point was this: glass display cabinets are shelves that’ve decided they’re better than you. Putting your nan’s decanters behind glass doesn’t make them interesting – it means…
The Industrial Desk We’d Buy Again Tomorrow
There was probably an entire year or two wherein we collectively outlawed the industrial desk from this very site. Too serious, too dark, too slice-of-life Pod Brooklyn. Then, surreptitiously, half…