Still, it glows

  I love wood—midcentury modern furniture, sparklingly maintained wood floors, guitars, art (please join me as I swoon over Ariel Alasko's work). Wood is warm. Wood is artefactual. Wood is the memory of a tree’s self-sacrifice. A gorgeous piece of wood came into my life this week. While shopping for Mother’s Day at Salt and … Continue reading Still, it glows

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