I want to want coasters. People come over and gingerly hold their Pepsi-filled IKEA365 cups over my coffee table, sliding their eyes sideways trying to figure out if I'm one of those people who is postmodern enough to use their accidentally-addressed-to-them L.L. Bean and frederick's of hollywood catalogs as coasters. I am not. I have a coaster-less house. There is always a fleeting look of pain, almost of shame for me, in the eyes of my guests between the moment I inform them of that fact and the moment they finally settle their glass tentatively on my table.
$12 for a set of 8 at 12fifteen's Supermarket HQ shop