Creative tips

I used to think patio furniture was just about buying nice chairs and calling it a day. Turns out—and this took me an embarrassingly long time to realize—staging

I used to think tropical hardwoods were just about aesthetics. Then I spent three weeks in a centuries-old bahay na bato outside Manila, where the narra

I used to think neutral meant boring. Then I walked into a friend’s apartment last fall—all raw linen, pale oak, and stone the color of wet sand—and

I used to think basements were just places where old furniture went to die. Turns out, they’re one of the most underutilized spaces in American homes—roughly

I used to think bold wallpaper belonged exclusively in maximalist lofts or boutique hotels—places where design rules didn’t really apply.

I used to think reclaimed wood was one of those things that only existed in Pinterest fever dreams—you know, the kind of project that looks effortless

I’ve walked through enough colonial homes in Antigua Guatemala to recognize the moment when European restraint finally gave up. The Spanish colonizers

I used to think throw pillows were basically decorative lies—expensive little squares that you toss on the floor the second you want to actually sit down.

I used to think staging a master bedroom meant throwing a white duvet on the bed and calling it a day. Turns out, buyers walk into that room with something

I used to think leather straps on cabinets were just another Pinterest trap—one of those projects that looks elegant in a staged photo but falls apart