I remember standing in my first tiny apartment, staring at a pile of mismatched paperbacks on the floor and feeling completely defeated because I couldn’t afford that high-end designer shelving I saw in magazines. I used to think you needed…
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 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…
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 still remember standing in my dad’s hardware store back in Ohio, staring at the massive aisles of lumber and feeling completely overwhelmed. I wanted to make things, but the thought of wasting expensive wood on a mistake felt terrifying.…
I was halfway through a cup of coffee yesterday when I saw it—a jagged, ugly gouge right across the surface of my favorite mid-century modern coffee table. My heart sank, and for a split second, I actually thought the piece…
I still remember being a kid in my parents’ hardware store, watching my dad mix up solutions for customers, and I can tell you right now: you do not need to spend a fortune on those neon-colored, hyper-scented bottles under…
I still remember the absolute chaos of my first attempt at working with epoxy—I had sticky residue all over my kitchen table, a cloud of bubbles that looked like a science experiment gone wrong, and a heart full of doubt.…
I remember standing in the middle of my first tiny apartment, staring at these massive, soul-crushing white walls and feeling completely defeated. I had plenty of ideas, but every time I looked at high-end decor websites, I felt like I…
I still remember standing in my parents’ hardware store back in Ohio, watching my dad effortlessly smooth out a bead of silicone like it was second nature. I used to think that mastering how to caulk was some kind of…