It may sound kind of silly, but one of my dreams in life is to have a huge dining table made of beautiful reclaimed wood. You know, one of those farmhouse-style tables you’d see in a dreamy French château, the Italian villa in Under the Tuscan Sun, or a multi-million dollar TriBeCa loft. Unfortunately—yet totally unsurprisingly—that is not my current reality.
I live in New York City, yes, but in a multi-hundred dollar apartment on the Upper East Side that barely has room for two small glass coffee tables (which I actually think were designed to be end tables?), let alone a real-life dining table. So where’s a girl to enjoy a homemade meal? Not the couch, like you were probably thinking; it’s really not that comfortable and I hate hunching over the “coffee table” to eat. Instead, I choose—proudly, I might add—to enjoy 99% of my dinners in the coziest, cushiest spot in the 350 square feet I call home: my bed.