This post may contain affiliate links. If you purchase something through one of these links, I may earn a small commission at no additional cost to you. I am always flirting with the idea of taking our ceiling fans down and replacing them with pretty light fixtures. Light fixtures are
I’ve been thinking about taking my wedding dress out of the preservation box to get photos of Ada, our four-year-old. Eli, our rough-and-tumble toddler, helped me along in the process by sticking his foot through the plastic window as Ada was admiring the dress on the other side. It occurred
Every morning at 9 AM, a girl walks by our house. I say girl but she is probably more appropriately described as a woman. I guess I say girl because I still feel like a girl. I still feel 15. Maybe 5? Anyway, I imagine this girl-woman is laid back
At our house, I believe the walls are sacred. I love wall art that means something to us, whether it is photos framed beautifully in reclaimed wood frames or handwritten recipes. This easy canvas wall art preserves your (or your loved one’s) handwriting in an artful way. I love the
From the archives: Originally published in 2015, this essay captures something that still sits at the heart of Our Storied Home: a home isn’t really about decorating. It’s about the life, memories, people and stories held within its walls. We’re sharing Amanda’s original essay again, largely as it was written.
Sometimes when I’m watching home improvement shows, I get a little discouraged because the “before” houses all have really great bones. They’re usually older homes in established neighborhoods rather than the typical suburban home with oak kitchen cabinets, beige walls and fiberglass shower stalls. Don’t get me wrong, I love