I still remember the afternoon my son dropped his soccer cleats by the bathroom door and my daughter turned the little window into a gallery for her watercolor fish. As a proud American mom in my forties, with a husband who loves tinkering in the garage and parents who taught me to make do and mend, I learned that small spaces become big memories. Our tiny bathroom used to be a cluttered pit where towels competed for real estate. Slowly, with thrift-store finds and a few clever tricks I picked up from neighbors and old photos of my childhood home,…