187 Days In
Trial runs, trust issues, and the tabs I won't close
My Notes app is a disaster right now.
Usually, I have a strict, self-imposed rule: I don’t recommend anything until I’ve lived with it for at least a year. Long-term utility is the only metric that matters in a world constantly trying to sell us a slightly shinier version of things we already own. If it doesn’t survive a winter, a move, and three different existential crises, does it even count?
But we’re officially past the mid-year mark, the humidity is making everyone a little reckless, and my digital scratchpad has devolved into a chaotic, unhinged collection of things I am currently testing, obsessing over, or actively trying to talk myself out of buying at 2:00 AM.
So, what do you say we break the rules? Just a messy, entirely unfiltered check-in of what’s in the house on probation, and what’s been living in my cart long enough to pay rent.
First, the big one. We really need to talk about the Sixpenny sofa…