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…
There I was, creeping through my hallway at midnight, trying to sneak into the kitchen for a late-night snack without waking the house, when SCREEEEEECH! That piercing, high-pitched groan from the bedroom door sounded like a banshee in a megaphone.…
Have you ever stared at a stunning piece of art, only to end up with a wall full of tiny, crooked holes and a mounting bracket that just won’t stay put? I’ve been there more times than I’d like to…
I still remember standing in my dad’s hardware store back in Ohio, clutching a tiny, crooked wooden box I’d tried to glue together when I was seven. I thought I was a master craftsman, but looking back, that little project…
I still remember being ten years old in my dad’s hardware store back in Ohio, standing on a milk crate just to reach the top shelf of the tool aisle. I watched him organize everything with such precision, and even…
Have you ever walked into a room in your house and just felt… off? You know the feeling—it’s like the space is missing its soul, or maybe it just looks a little too much like a page from a generic…
I was sitting on my workshop floor last Tuesday, staring down at my absolute favorite pair of vintage Levi’s, when I saw it: a gaping hole right at the knee that looked more like a canyon than a minor tear.…