I never planned to become the neighborhood “decor mom,” but after years of chauffeuring two kids between piano lessons and soccer practice, small comforts at home started to matter more. My mornings begin with a rush of backpacks and cereal bowls, followed by a quick tidy-up while the kids—ages eight and eleven—race outside with neighbors’ kids. Evenings are about homework, laundry, and the familiar hum of family life. Somewhere between folding school uniforms and tucking tiny art projects in drawers, I learned that the right little objects can make a space feel held together. A simple woven accent on a…