Furniture Alchemist
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist – 6.3.2026
Letter 12 , Season 2 My chaos‑kissed comet Mari, The Cottage has been pacing. Not literally — though you know it’s capable of that when it’s in a mood — but in that subtle, atmospheric way it gets when something… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist – 5.30.26
Clemmy: My steady storm‑whisper of a friend, The Cottage has gone quiet. Not peaceful. Not relieved. Just… quiet in that way a forest goes still before the first crack of lightning or the way it silences when something is lurking… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist – 5.27.26
My chaos‑kissed comet Mari, Only you could send a letter that makes me set down my tea, pinch the bridge of my nose, and mutter your name like a prayer and a warning at the same time. Truly, you are… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist – 5.23.26
My dear Clemmy, Your letter arrived this morning, and I read it standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the sitting room because I didn’t want to be any closer to the wardrobe than necessary. I don’t know if… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist – 5.16.26
Clem, I should have written about this sooner, but things have been… shifting. Not in the dramatic, thunderclap way (though the Cottage did flicker the lights twice, which I’m choosing to interpret as “concern” rather than “critique”). No — this… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist — 5.13.26
Marigold, my chaos‑kissed comet of a girl, Your letter arrived this morning in the most dramatic fashion imaginable — slipped beneath my workshop door as though it had walked there on its own. I found it resting against a stack… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist — 5.6.2026
Marigold, my incandescent disaster of a darling, Your letter arrived just as the rain began again — the soft, misting kind that makes the hedgerows look like they’re exhaling. I read it standing in the doorway with my boots half‑on,… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist 5-2-26
Clementine, my steadfast voice of reason (and occasional enabler), Your letter arrived this morning and it brought my mood up considerably. It came tucked beneath a stack of invoices I have absolutely no intention of addressing until the moon changes… Continue reading
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The Chronicles of a Furniture Alchemist 4.29.26
Marigold, my incandescent menace that I adore, I read your letter twice — once for sense, and once for the sheer pleasure of hearing your voice ricochet around this drafty old house. You’ve done it again. You’ve adopted another piece… Continue reading
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What It Really Means to Be a Furniture Alchemist
There’s a moment — right before the first brushstroke — when a piece of furniture still carries the weight of its past life. The scratches, the sun‑bleached edges, the stubborn drawer that sticks no matter how gently you coax it.… Continue reading
