Category DIY

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…

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…