Creative tips

I spent three hours last Tuesday staring at my kitchen cabinets, convinced they were mocking me. The thing about leather cabinet pulls is that nobody warns

I used to think macrame was something your aunt made in 1974 and hung in her basement. Turns out, the knotting technique—which archeologists trace back

I used to think painting furniture was basically just slapping some color on wood and hoping for the best. Turns out, the difference between a piece that

I used to think branch chandeliers were just for bougie farmhouse Instagram accounts, but then I tried making one in my own dining room and—wait, maybe

I used to think rattan furniture belonged exclusively in my grandmother’s sunroom, gathering dust alongside her collection of porcelain cats.

I used to think statement lighting was just about buying the biggest chandelier you could afford and calling it a day. Turns out, the whole thing is way

Finnish design isn’t what I thought it was. I used to imagine it as this pristine, untouchable aesthetic—white walls, blonde wood, maybe a single

I used to think ceiling height was just a builder’s afterthought—something determined by lumber dimensions and building codes, nothing more.

I used to think flex rooms were just fancy names for guest bedrooms nobody wanted to commit to decorating. Turns out, the whole concept is about something

I used to think porte cocheres were just those awkward covered driveways at fancy hotels—functional, sure, but not exactly dramatic. Then I visited a restoration