I'm sitting at the kitchen counter clocking into work.
The counter is white quartz resin. (I always warn people who remodel their homes that it tends to absorb liquids and discolor if you're not careful.)
The kitchen includes my parents' old refrigerator replete with Instax photos and silly magnets.
I quite like my living room, even if my boyfriend often says I leave out too much clutter.
It has a jute rug (IKEA), brown leather sofa (Article), a fake Noguchi coffee table (Wayfair), and my cat Holiday (Holly, for short) curled up in her basket (Daiso).
There's a monstera. She's healthy, but looking for light and a little bit "leggier" than I'd like.
We have a peg wall that displays some of our favorite things: homoerotic magazines, scented room sprays, small handbags, and a vintage Pekkle coin bank. It's very gay, now that I'm writing it all out.
On the TV console sits a Pandorobou plush. He's an adorable mouse-bread thief character from JP! I adore him greatly.