The Hollowfibre Duvet We Keep Talking Ourselves Into
This one always turns into an argument about who we actually are as people, which is a lot for a duvet to reveal but here we are. Half the office…
This one always turns into an argument about who we actually are as people, which is a lot for a duvet to reveal but here we are. Half the office…
There was a good year or two, roughly whenever exposed brick and Edison bulbs were peaking everywhere at once, when this site was fully anti industrial bookcase. Too try hard.…
Someone brought the resin fox into work without asking. It was fist-sized, shiny, sat half-doglike with its tail wound around its feet like it had been interrupted mid howl and…
Last month one of us admitted it. Our six by six that we bought two years ago was a panic buy. Full stop. No other way to categorise it other…
We disagreed over whether it even counted as furniture, or was just an oversized shelf thinking it was better than it was. It got resolved when somebody wheeled the console…
One of us cannot sit in a chair without first adjusting it. Not any old chair, the chair they’re actually sitting in right now. Not even the chair they’ve sat…
I messed it up. Properly messed it up. Bought my wife tulips for her birthday and filled them up with water half remembering someone telling me flowers liked warm water…
We fought about whether an electric recliner was a “proper chair” or just a big beige lump of apology scowling into the corner of the room. We fought about it…
My friend Morag paused in my living room doorway last spring, considered my new sofa critically, considered me, and said “that’s the fourth grey sofa I’ve seen you wheel into…
There was something of an argument about whether it should live by the back door so somebody could see it every day when they went to let themselves in, or…