The White End Table We’d Buy Again Tomorrow
It took me three and a half years and a friendship break-up to learn that white end tables lie. There is a white end table that lived in this flat…
It took me three and a half years and a friendship break-up to learn that white end tables lie. There is a white end table that lived in this flat…
There’s a white vase in this office which has contained real flowers exactly eleven days in its entire life, maybe. We fought about whether that was scandalous or exactly the…
In 2019 I painted my living room a colour I can only describe as the inside of a solicitor’s waiting room. I procrastinated having people over for three weeks staring…
The bathroom was small. Like, smaller than most people’s closets. I hated going into my bathroom for the first six months I lived there. I didn’t have to worry about…
She asked me this at Christmas. Proper asked, not in that special children’s question way where they’ve already made up their mind and are just waiting for you to say…
One of us said last Tuesday that she once swore up down and sideways that white dressing tables always showed every mark you made on them and she refused to…
There was one white desk that survived four years in this office without ever once looking like it’d been here that long. And then there was the one we had…
We won the argument, technically, in February when someone pulled up a photo of their hallway from the year they bought their white shoe cabinet three years ago and there…
There’s the four drawer ones that sat in our box room for six years and became home to enough dust that, frankly, it looked like the interior of a school…
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…