I didn’t consider myself someone with a genuine purse collection until I actually counted them one day while looking for

My daughter’s stuffed animal collection reached what I can only describe as critical mass sometime around her sixth birthday, when

My walk-in closet was the room I avoided showing anyone for the first year I lived here, not because it

For years, the space beneath my bed was purely accidental storage, a chaotic mix of stray shoes, an old suitcase,

For years, my dining table only ever looked “decorated” for about twenty minutes before a holiday meal, when I’d quickly

I didn’t plan on going boho. It kind of happened by accident, one flea market trip at a time. It

My mother stood in my bedroom doorway, looked at the freshly painted black wall behind my bed, and said, “Well,

I started sleeping better about two months after repainting my bedroom, and for a while I genuinely didn’t connect the

That was the first thing my nephew asked me when his parents finally let him redo his room after years

For the first two years I lived on my own, my nightstand was a cardboard moving box with a folded