I still remember standing in my parents’ hardware store back in Ohio, clutching a handful of loose screws and wondering why every interior design magazine made it seem like you needed a million dollars just to have a stylish living…
I still remember the look on my face when I moved into my first tiny apartment after graduating from SCAD; I was staring at those plain, beige walls feeling like I was living in a sterile hospital room rather than…
I remember walking into my first apartment years ago, looking at those bare, white walls and feeling like something was just… missing. I wanted that lush, cozy sanctuary you see in all the design magazines, but I had this nagging…
I remember standing in the middle of my living room last year, surrounded by half-unboxed gadgets and a tangled mess of charging cables, feeling completely defeated. I had this vision of a seamless, high-tech sanctuary, but instead, I was staring…
Honestly, if I see one more person suggesting you spend forty dollars on a “specialized” chemical spray just to get your fridge looking decent, I might actually lose it! Growing up in my family’s hardware store, I learned early on…
I still remember being ten years old in my parents’ hardware store in Ohio, watching my dad tackle a massive reorganization project with nothing but a worn-out toolbox and a sense of purpose. He always used to say that a…
I still remember the smell of sawdust and old varnish from my dad’s hardware store back in Ohio, a scent that always meant something was being built rather than just bought. I spent years in the design world watching people…
I still remember the first time I felt that tiny, unmistakable skittering sound behind the baseboards of my first studio apartment. It was a freezing February night in Ohio, and instead of feeling cozy in my newly renovated space, I…
I remember standing in the middle of my first studio apartment after graduating from SCAD, surrounded by half-finished furniture projects and a layer of sawdust that seemed to settle on everything the second I turned my back. I was exhausted,…
I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at my backsplash, when it hit me: those dark, dingy lines between my tiles were making my whole renovated space look completely exhausted. I almost reached for one of those expensive,…