“The butterfly box is another thing I stole from my dad. I have a vague memory of going to a butterfly and insect show and we chose all of those. There’s no wall space, so it just sits on different parts of the floor. It feels sad not to have it up and prominently displayed but also, the place is so small that if you put it on the wall it starts to dictate, and my style isn’t exactly cabinet-of-curiosities.” A cowhide rug runs under a coffee table constructed from a thrift store slab of wood and hairpin legs.