Hardware, ceramics and found objects. Notes on what a home is actually made of.
I replaced the cabinet pulls in my kitchen over the course of a single rainy Saturday, and I still think about how much the job taught me about my own…
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I moved into this house with a list of rooms to fix and got about as far as the hallway. What stopped me was not money or time. It was that I kept picking things up and turning them over.
So this is the record of that. One object at a time, held for longer than it probably deserves, until it gives up something about how the house is actually lived in. No rankings, no scores, no ten best anything.
Eight compartments. Everything on this site lives in one of them.
What has been on the table lately, in the order it turned up.
Everyday Tools A cheap metal bottle opener bent at an angle years ago, and instead of throwing it out I kept using it, and…
August 11, 2026
Tabletop & Ceramics 
Mirrors & Frames 
Books & Paper 
Everyday Tools It took three mismatched dustpans before I found one whose lip actually meets the floor the way my broom sweeps, and I…
August 2, 2026
Baskets & Vessels 
Hardware & Handles 
Books & Paper Letters from a grandfather written in a cramped, looping hand that took an hour to read at first, and what was learned…
July 28, 2026
Found Objects “I leaned it because I had just moved into a rental with a strict no-holes clause and no interest in testing how strict my landlord actually was.”
The three most recent notes filed under each heading.
