Creative tips

I used to think woven baskets were just for farmers’ markets and Pinterest boards that made me feel inadequate about my life choices. Turns out, they’

I spent three weeks staring at fabric swatches last spring, and honestly, I’m still not sure I made the right choice. Here’s the thing about

I used to think sophistication was about color—rich jewel tones, perfectly calibrated palettes, that sort of thing. Then I watched a conservator at the

I used to think mountain retreats were all about minimalism and clean lines—until I stumbled into a Bulgarian mehana tucked into the Rhodope foothills.

I used to think volcanic landscapes were incompatible with beach living, until I spent three weeks sketching floor plans in a villa overlooking Saint Lucia’

I used to think wall baskets were just those generic wicker things your aunt bought at Pier 1 in 1997, dusty and forgettable. Turns out—and I say this

I used to think concrete was just for driveways and sidewalks, maybe the occasional brutalist building that made you feel vaguely depressed.

I used to think staging a kitchen meant hiding everything that made it look like an actual kitchen. Turns out, buyers want to see themselves cooking in

I’ve built three kitchen islands in my life, and the first one nearly killed my marriage. Here’s the thing about counter space—it’

I used to think terrazzo was one of those materials you only saw in old hotel lobbies or your grandmother’s bathroom—something vaguely glamorous