I’VE BEEN spending so much time at home these past few months that I swear my furniture has started talking to me. A number of the furnishings—chairs, mostly, and one of the friendlier sofas—sometimes call out chirpy greetings.
“Nice jeans,” one of my midcentury boomerang chairs said to me recently.
“These old things?” I said. “I’ve only been…
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