I still remember the first Saturday morning with both kids asleep past seven — a rare hush in a house usually ruled by cereal boxes and mismatched socks. I’m a forty-something mom, and our small cul-de-sac is full of familiar faces who swap recipes and lend a cup of sugar like it’s a ritual. Between school drop-offs, piano lessons, and a leaky faucet that somehow waits for the least convenient times, I find comfort in little homemaking projects that make our routine feel gentler. Turning our dated powder room into a cozy, lived-in space became one of those projects that…
