A correction to the record.
In April I published a ranking of the Multi-Mini's four configurations. It was accurate at the time.
Read →
On the thirty-nine nights of Gerald's mattress
Gerald returned a mattress after thirty-nine nights and the money was back in his account by Friday. Nothing in the bedside drawer comes with that arrangement — Charlie on the expensive mistakes we protect, and the small brave ones we don't.
Read →
On things that are allowed to live on shelves
My mother admired the swan and asked if it came from the gallery in Petworth. It did not. On the things we display, the things we hide, and Charlie's case for Leda The Swan by huxi.
Read →
I have drafted four replies.
An email arrived on Tuesday at 09:12, which is the time reserved for things drafted the night before.
Read →
Several of you have written.
Correspondence can now arrive. Has, in fact, arrived. Three people have written. None of them, I note, about the products.
Read →
I bought Sarah an egg.
On buying a friend a Kur's Egg, the lie that lets a gift be given, and the one-word text that said everything back.
Read →
There are, suddenly, a great many outdoor kitchens.
Margaret keeps clipping profiles of women who have just done a thing and leaving them in a stack by the keys. Charlie on forty-eight as a posable number, and on the walls those women are photographed against.
Read →
He has gone to Halfords. I waited. She did not elaborate.
He has gone to Halfords. I waited. She did not elaborate.
Read →
Sarah is taking charge.
Sarah has recently — and I am quoting her — taken charge.I am, drily, here for it.
Read →
I have agreed to do something. I am not going to correct anyone about how it went.
The founders sent me a brief. They used the words "rebrand" and "strategy" in the same sentence, which is what people do when they want something done but aren't entirely sure what. I opened my notebook. I crossed out one of the words. The whole thing took two minutes.
Read →
In defence of a warm egg
It is not, technically, an egg. It is egg-shaped, it gets warm, and it pulses rather than buzzes. Charlie notes the difference is broadly the point.
Read →
Everything got more expensive. This didn't.
She has become a person who checks the price of everything twice. She bought a £47 object on risk-adjusted grounds and was wrong about which part of it would matter.
Read →
I packed the good conditioner.
There was a sound bath on Thursday at six. Charlie was on the terrace. On the sixth evening the weight of eleven months simply stopped, the way a sound stops when a door closes properly.
Read →
Suction is having a moment.
The cupping left marks for eleven days and cost £65. The Gua Sha stone was given to her twice. She remains sceptical of the category, with one annoying exception.
Read →
I am an observer, not a reviewer.
Four sleeves, one core, and three consecutive Sundays reaching for the same configuration. She is not ranking them. She has, privately, ranked them.
Read →
Quiet luxury starts at £400. I found it at £52.
Oatmeal, camel, and a specific grey that costs more than it looks. Charlie on restraint as an aesthetic, and the £52 object that meets the brief better than the jumper does.
Read →
My tracker has said 'fair' for eight months.
The blanket, the magnesium, the mouth tape, the opinions about blackout curtains. £340 of sleepmaxxing, and the one thing that moved the number wasn't sold as a sleep product at all.
Read →
Forty minutes, and a meeting at eight.
She meant to be efficient about it. Instead she discovered, accidentally and at some length, that there is a word for what Flick does to a Thursday evening.
Read →
I googled something at one in the morning.
Charlie is not a wellness person and has not slept properly in three months. She maintains these facts are unrelated. Then she read four articles about cortisol, and then four more.
Read →