Our Home
Room to Grow | The Girls’ Room Tour
I love that my children share bedrooms, even when it causes friction about personal space and ownership. Which. It. Does. For instance, Blythe prefers neat and tidy spaces and values privacy. Olive on the other
the slow renovation | a small, white bathroom
I realize white for the home may seem rather dull or unoriginal, but I love it unashamedly, especially in small spaces with ample natural light. It always looks fresh and broadens the visual space, and
the slow unfolding work of home and heart
We moved into our cozy 1920s home two years ago this month, although it hardly feels two years of work have passed. When we purchased the property, the house was neglected and unsavory, stained from leaky faucets
on creating spaces for kids | the girls’ room tour
When we first bought this home last year, several large projects needed our immediate attention, meaning repairing leaks and holes and years of abandonment had to begin before we addressed any of our more aesthetic
on shared rooms, bed-making, and bedding
Our boys have shared a room since their crib days, something I will always cherish for them. Through their childhood, it has given them someone to share a funny last joke with at night or
our kitchen inspiration
Mark and I dry-fit our kitchen cabinets today, and I’ll admit it was wonderful seeing some more of our vision for this space come together. I’ll share more pictures of the progress soon, but for
kitchen phase 02 | tear it out
When we first bought the house, the kitchen was dark and ugly. The faucet leaked incessantly so that the sealant around the sink wouldn’t hold. Although the space was decently sized, there was barely any
kitchen phase 01 | paint it white
As most of you know, we closed on a new (very old) home on Valentine’s Day of this year. Covered in 50 year old dingy carpet, layers of aged wallpaper, a pink bathroom, a dark,
Our Life: Under Construction.
I know. I know. It was all going so well here this spring, writing each week, weaving tales and posting pictures about our life. And then, BAM, nothing. For too long. I promise I will