Anniversaries have always been more than just a date on the calendar for me. With kids, work, and the everyday hustle, they’ve become a moment to pause, reconnect, and celebrate the love that keeps our little family together. Over the…
I used to believe winter meant the garden was officially closed. Once the cold rolled in, I’d pack away my gloves, clean out the shed, and mentally move on until spring. That mindset stuck with me for years, mostly because…
I’ve learned over the years that the hobbies that stay with me are never the loud ones. They’re the quiet practices I return to when the house finally settles, when the dishes are drying on the rack, and when the…
Our bathroom makeover didn’t start with a plan. It started on an ordinary weekday morning when the kids were rushing to get ready, towels were everywhere, and I was wiping toothpaste splatter off the mirror while thinking about the long…
I never realized how much paint could affect my mood until I spent one weekend repainting our living room. It was a chaotic Saturday—kids running around, my coffee cooling on the counter, laundry spilling out of the basket—but I was…
Rugs were never a big deal to me when I first set up my home. I thought they were just something you put down to cover the floor and move on. That changed after kids, long days, constant cleaning, and…
I’ve cooked countless dinners, weekend breakfasts, and midnight snacks in my kitchen over the years. There have been nights the kids were late from practice, my husband walked in with friends, and I somehow had to turn whatever was in…
I didn’t plan on becoming someone who makes light fixtures. It happened slowly, the way most things do in a busy house. One evening, after the kids were finally asleep and the dishes were stacked neatly on the rack, I…
It all started one rainy Saturday morning. I had just finished making breakfast for the kids — pancakes with fresh fruit, which turned into a bit of a mess on the counter — and I sat down in the parlor…
The need to change my office and parlor didn’t come from boredom. It came from living in the spaces every day. I noticed it during small moments — standing in the doorway with laundry in my hands, sitting at my…