I felt frivolous for caring what my home looked like. Really, what did it matter???
But EVERY TIME I passed by that empty photo frame or bare shelf, I felt like crap about myself.
And then I realized, creating a beautiful home is not frivolous. It is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. My home was supposed to recharge me so I can tackle life. But it was sapping my strength. I needed it to be a haven.
I am not here to make you feel bad about yourself or your home. In fact, I’m here to do just the opposite. I want to:
Joining me in life is my amazing husband Caleb and our miracle babies, Nico and Ada.
Our (actual) vintage bungalow, built in 1900, needed a total reno. (And I mean to-tal.) We (mostly me) shed tears of frustration and danced parties of success throughout the journey.
I’m a mom of young kids. I have mom friends. This amazing life can also be overwhelming.
Let me HELP YOU allow your home to beautifully reflect your life. (Yes, I mean that. Kids and all.)
I would love to invite you over for coffee and pumpkin scones. I hope this space is like a chat we would have if that were possible.