Not too long ago, I stood in the dark stretch between rooms and realized I couldn't stand it. Not in a dramatic kind of way. More like when you resent something slowly. Like your old phone case, or a shirt that never quite fits.It was barely lit, and there was this awkward spot where the paint was bubbling like sunburn. Just a wall. But… Read More

It was supposed to be a shelf project. Or maybe not even a shelf — more like the offhand comment of one. My flatmate said we needed “a better place for the keys,” and instead of buying a bowl, I decided I'd go big. Wall-mounted. Minimalist. Stylish. Or whatever people call it when they're about to make a mess.I marked the spot beside th… Read More