I’LL HAVE WHAT SHE’S HAVING
EDITING A MAGAZINE IS a lot like being a husband: You think you’re always right, but when you’re wrong, you often end up happier.
My wife and I moved in together six years ago, and she immediately set out to remake what had been my apartment. The red “accent” wall I thought was so daring became chocolate brown—and, I have to admit, a lot smarter looking. The pair of electric guitars hanging in my (excuse me, our) living room? Yeah, those came down and up went art. Like, real art, with frames and stuff.
What was a clichéd bachelor pad quickly matured into a home—a stylish and comfortable one.
When it came to the kitchen, well, cooking was my domain. There might as well have…