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…
We’ve all been there: you stumble through the door after a long, exhausting day, staring blankly into a fridge that seems to contain absolutely nothing, and the last thing you want to do is face a mountain of dishes or…
I remember being back in my family’s hardware store in Ohio, surrounded by the scent of sawdust and old metal, thinking that “eating well” meant buying those overpriced, neon-colored organic bars that taste more like compressed cardboard than actual food.…
I still remember being ten years old in my dad’s hardware store back in Ohio, the smell of sawdust and fresh lacquer thick in the air, when he first taught me that a home isn’t just about how pretty the…