You know that moment at 2:47 AM when you realize you’ve been scrolling through social media for the past three hours, your phone battery is dying, and you have to be up in four hours for another full day of adulting, but somehow the algorithm has convinced you that watching seventeen videos about organizing spice … Read more
There I was last Sunday, sitting on my bedroom floor with a mountain of clean socks that looked like a textile avalanche had occurred in my laundry basket, trying to match pairs while questioning why I apparently owned forty-seven slightly different shades of black socks that all looked identical until you tried to actually pair … Read more
Walking into my bedroom used to feel like navigating an obstacle course designed by someone who hated floor space. Winter coats draped over the exercise bike I never used, summer sandals scattered around the closet floor, and approximately forty-seven pairs of shoes creating this treacherous pathway between the door and my dresser that required actual … Read more
You know that moment when you’re rushing around trying to get ready for work and you catch a glimpse of your bedroom in the mirror – unmade bed looking like a crime scene, clothes scattered across every surface, and that general aura of chaos that makes you feel like you’re failing at basic adulting before … Read more
Picture me last Wednesday at 11:30 PM, standing in my linen closet like some kind of deranged fabric archaeologist, pulling out random sheets and pillowcases trying to find a matching set for the guest bed because my mother-in-law was arriving at 8 AM the next morning and I’d just discovered that the “clean” sheets on … Read more