You people like to send me things that fall into two categories: 1. Things I cannot afford. 2. Things to demonstrate the extent to which my life is sad. THANKS!
While watching yet another stranger enter our home and cart off some of our belongings, Paul said – I finally figured it out: that bookcase is clogs. He is referencing a story that my parents love to tell: Shortly before I turned four years old, my parents took me into a shop where I saw […]
One of the salvage yards in Philadelphia moved locations… their stuff was a mix of hipster nonsense and amazing architectural salvage. It was unusual and well curated and hideously expensive– a fun place to browse. The new owners had a demolition sale at the old location and Paul and I went over there to look on Saturday morning… there […]