Our bags and our boxes are unpacked. Our furniture has been pushed and pulled into place. We’re ostensibly all moved in over here, but the truth is we’re still firmly in the neither here…
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As a kid, I kept my most special art supplies in an old wine box, with a hinged top and a latch that always went askew. Watercolors and modeling wax and chalky pastels all…
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It’s a chief joy of mine to find something that someone else discarded and to make it mine. One woman’s trash becomes another’s treasure and not much of anything goes to waste. With the…
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You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you? That in the midst of me reveling in the bright warm white of our freshly gussied up closet, that I’d neglected to spread the love?…
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Here’s a closet, reimagined. Or, put plainly: repainted. Mostly, here’s proof that the smallest fixes are often the best ones. The finished project (sponsored by Benjamin Moore’s Natura paint—more on that, here) is a…
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Making good use of closet space in a tiny apartment comes with the territory. And transforming a closet into something that more closely resembles living space than storage space is one of the oldest…
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Tip #102: Buy a quart of white paint. See what you can’t cover with it. Over the weekend, James and I tackled bébé’s closet—er, bedroom…er, changing area—oh, let’s just call it the baby’s space. It’s…
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For someone who can be eager to get rid of certain things, I develop fierce attachments to other things. And chalk it up to too much time spent in museums and studying about them,…