I grew up in a small town where every summer my parents hosted porch-sit evenings and my siblings and I raced bikes until dusk. Now, as a forty-something American mom, I spend slow Saturday mornings coaxing cereal into my eight-year-old and packing snacks for my twelve-year-old daughter before they vanish into their forts. My husband and I renovated our tiny upstairs bathroom one spring, turning it into a space that feels like a warm hug after soccer practice and piano lessons. I love pulling ideas from family memories and the styles my neighbors admire, weaving classic touches with practical, modern…