I resisted shiplap for a long time, mostly because it felt like a trend that had already peaked by the

Our entryway used to be the place where shoes, backpacks, dog leashes, and mail all collided in one chaotic pile

When we bought our house outside Phoenix, the backyard was basically a rectangle of dirt with a few scattered rocks

For years, my sewing machine lived on the kitchen table. I’d drag it out on Saturday mornings, spread my fabric

For years, my craft supplies lived in plastic bins stacked inside a hallway closet. Every time I wanted to sit

My laundry room used to be the room nobody in my house wanted to walk into. It was a narrow,

When I bought my current house, every single ceiling had that dated, bumpy popcorn texture, yellowed in places from years

My dining nook used to have three mismatched chairs and an awkward gap on the fourth side where a fourth