I still remember hauling backpacks, soccer gear, and an accidental science project home on a Tuesday, thinking there had to be a softer landing spot than the kitchen tile. As a mom in my forties with two kids between eight and twelve, my house is a constant flow of homework, carpools, and neighbor drop-ins. Mornings are a blur of cereal bowls and lost shoes, while evenings tend to end with someone curled up reading under a lamp. Those little moments made me hunt for pieces that bring warmth and personality without fuss. That search led me to handmade textures that…
