it’s the relationships we have and we’ve had, the memory-centric artifacts that exist beyond stylistic interpretation, that continue to fuel — nay, elevate — that couch whose cracks may or may not be filled with crumbs.
he crib that my baby, who is not really a baby and who should be in a bed, sleeps in, has little teeth marks on the edge. It’s light yellow, which felt fun at the time, and very ornate, and is also the crib her two sisters have slept in; it’s the crib I assume future generations, im yirtzeh Hashem, will sleep, or not sleep, in as well. I should repaint it, but I don’t want to. Here are reminders of the sleepless nights of new motherhood; here the marks of a teething toddler are the personification of nostalgia. I’m in no rush to move that along.
In this issue, we focus on furniture. We cover the practical: navigating the interwebs of online furniture purchasing; and designers’ takeaways on avoiding common blunders. As always, we make room for the sentimental, opening up our minds to the world of secondhand shopping and the transcendence of a couch when accompanied by memory.
Our days are weighted by the practicalities, or the mundanities, or simply, the lists and the carpools and the stain removers (my go-to brand); but it’s the relationships we have and we’ve had, the memory-centric artifacts that exist beyond stylistic interpretation, that continue to fuel — nay, elevate — that couch whose cracks may or may not be filled with crumbs.
We hope you clip out the practical pieces, and hold dear the emotive ones — they’re all integral. Grab a seat,
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