I still remember the first time I hung a show-stopper light in our entryway and how it changed the whole mood of our little row of houses. Between packing lunches, shuttling the kids to soccer and piano, and waving hello to Mrs. Greene across the fence, our home needed small touches that felt both grown-up and cozy. My two kids, aged eight and twelve, love making forts under the kitchen table, and I love lights that make those chaotic moments look intentional. Midweek dinners, neighborhood drop-ins, and lazy Saturday mornings demand decor that is practical and pretty. That’s how I…
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I still remember hauling backpacks and soccer cleats through a tiny upstairs hall while the kettle hummed and Mrs. Parker next door waved from her garden. Being a forty-something mom of two — an avid nine-year-old builder of lego cities and a soon-to-be-twelve-year-old who insists on long haircare routines — means our bathroom needs to be calm, practical, and a little bit soothing after a busy school morning. Neighbors often compliment how warm our home feels, even if the space is small, and I like to think that comes from small styling choices that welcome everyone in. Over time I…
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I still laugh when I think about the day my son tried to hang a superhero cape on the chandelier and my daughter declared the sofa “too plain” for movie night. As a mom in my forties, life is a blend of soccer practice, school bake sales, grocery runs, and late-night chats with neighbors over the fence. Our home is where tiny triumphs and messy moments pile up, where I want comfort that also feels a little special. Decorating has become my quiet joy, a way to stitch together family memories and create a living space that holds energy for…
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I still remember the first lazy Saturday after school pickup, when the kids dumped a pile of art projects on the sofa and our neighbor stopped by with a casserole because our oldest had a fever. Life with two kids between eight and twelve means backpacks in the hallway, soccer cleats by the door, and plenty of small, joyful chaos. As a mom in my forties, I started caring more about how our home felt than whether it matched a glossy magazine. I wanted a space that held LEGO forts and birthday sleepovers yet felt calm at the end of…
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I still remember the first time I painted a bathroom with my mother when I was a kid, the house smelling of fresh paint and lemon cleaner, while my little brother chased our golden retriever down the hallway. Now, as a proud American mom in my forties with an energetic son and thoughtful daughter between eight and twelve, I love creating spaces that feel calm, collected, and lived-in. My husband teases me about keeping ceramic soap dishes from my parents, and our neighbor often stops by to admire a newly hung mirror. Those family memories shape how I approach home…








