I can’t shake the strangeness I feel – in the warehouse, at dinner, driving home, recuperating from it all. We spent the day in Cartersville, which is only about 40 miles, but it felt as though we went on an exotic journey. The town itself is like a set in a Wild West movie. Pawn … read more In the warehouse
Tag: furniture
Remnants
I’ve been back to the house a half-dozen times now, maybe more. Each time there is some other small thing to gather up. Fragments of the life of this house. The packers, who wrapped, boxed and inventoried every single item in the entire house before carting it off to storage, randomly left little pieces. They … read more Remnants
Folding into comfort
I pushed a little button and felt myself sink back… aaaah! That’s the way I want to feel in my living room. Stretched out and relaxed. A little voice teases me: This is the kind of furniture old people buy. I’ve been spending a lot of time on our couch in the last couple years, particularly in … read more Folding into comfort