My living room used to be a war zone, aesthetically speaking. Between my two toddlers, a perpetually shedding golden retriever, and a husband who thinks coasters are optional, every piece of furniture I bought felt like a ticking time bomb. I wanted velvet. I dreamed of velvet. The plush, luxurious feel, the way it catches…
My living room used to be a war zone, aesthetically speaking. Between my two toddlers, a perpetually shedding golden retriever, and a husband who thinks coasters are optional, every piece of furniture I bought felt like a ticking time bomb. I wanted velvet. I dreamed of velvet. The plush, luxurious feel, the way it catches…
My living room used to be a war zone, aesthetically speaking. Between my two toddlers, a perpetually shedding golden retriever, and a husband who thinks coasters are optional, every piece of furniture I bought felt like a ticking time bomb. I wanted velvet. I dreamed of velvet. The plush, luxurious feel, the way it catches…
My living room used to be a war zone, aesthetically speaking. Between my two toddlers, a perpetually shedding golden retriever, and a husband who thinks coasters are optional, every piece of furniture I bought felt like a ticking time bomb. I wanted velvet. I dreamed of velvet. The plush, luxurious feel, the way it catches…
My living room used to be a war zone, aesthetically speaking. Between my two toddlers, a perpetually shedding golden retriever, and a husband who thinks coasters are optional, every piece of furniture I bought felt like a ticking time bomb. I wanted velvet. I dreamed of velvet. The plush, luxurious feel, the way it catches…
My living room used to be a war zone, aesthetically speaking. Between my two toddlers, a perpetually shedding golden retriever, and a husband who thinks coasters are optional, every piece of furniture I bought felt like a ticking time bomb. I wanted velvet. I dreamed of velvet. The plush, luxurious feel, the way it catches…
My bedroom was a dimly lit cave for years, and it wasn’t because I was going for a moody vibe. It was because the only light fixture was the sad, boob-light flush mount in the center of the ceiling. It cast harsh shadows, made getting ready a nightmare, and generally just sucked the life out…
My bedroom was a dimly lit cave for years, and it wasn’t because I was going for a moody vibe. It was because the only light fixture was the sad, boob-light flush mount in the center of the ceiling. It cast harsh shadows, made getting ready a nightmare, and generally just sucked the life out…
My bedroom was a dimly lit cave for years, and it wasn’t because I was going for a moody vibe. It was because the only light fixture was the sad, boob-light flush mount in the center of the ceiling. It cast harsh shadows, made getting ready a nightmare, and generally just sucked the life out…
My bedroom was a dimly lit cave for years, and it wasn’t because I was going for a moody vibe. It was because the only light fixture was the sad, boob-light flush mount in the center of the ceiling. It cast harsh shadows, made getting ready a nightmare, and generally just sucked the life out…