I remember sitting on the floor of my first tiny studio apartment, surrounded by half-finished furniture projects and a mountain of receipts that just didn’t add up. I had finally landed my first big design contract, and instead of putting…
I was standing in my garage last Saturday, surrounded by a mountain of old foam and scraps of velvet, staring down at a mid-century armchair that looked more “sad” than “vintage.” Most people would tell you that reupholstering is a…
I remember sitting on my workshop floor last autumn, surrounded by half-finished furniture projects and a layer of sawdust that felt more like heavy ash, staring at my favorite vintage mallet and feeling absolutely nothing. I couldn’t even find the…
I remember standing in my first tiny apartment, staring at a beautiful piece of reclaimed wood and a pile of hardware, feeling absolutely paralyzed by the fear of drilling a hole in the wrong spot. I used to think that…
Do you ever feel like those “wellness gurus” are trying to sell you a solution that’s more complicated than a mid-century modern reconstruction? I’m so tired of seeing expensive, high-tech standing desks or fancy subscription apps being touted as the…
I remember standing in my parents’ hardware store back in Ohio, watching my dad meticulously sand down a rough piece of oak to reveal the gorgeous grain underneath. He always said that if you try to skip the prep work,…
I remember sitting in my parents’ hardware store back in Ohio, watching my dad balance the books and realizing that sometimes, a steady paycheck just doesn’t cover all those big dreams we have for our homes. Whether you’re saving up…
I still remember the first time I tried to hang a floating shelf in my tiny Ohio bedroom, only to watch in horror as the drill slipped, leaving a jagged, ugly gouge in my favorite wood paneling. I felt like…
I remember sitting on the floor of my first tiny apartment, surrounded by half-finished furniture projects and a mountain of overdue utility notices, feeling like I was just treading water. There I was, with a degree in design and a…
I still remember the first time I tried to tackle a “stinky house” after moving into my first fixer-upper. I had just finished restoring this gorgeous, mid-century velvet armchair, but instead of feeling like a design pro, I felt like…