So there I was last spring, staring at my bland beige living room and desperately craving that breezy, ocean-kissed vibe I’d fallen in love with during a weekend in Carmel. You know that feeling when you walk into a coastal…
I’ll never forget the day I walked into my grandmother’s house after she passed and saw her 1960s living room with fresh eyes. What I’d dismissed as “old-fashioned” suddenly looked incredibly chic – the rich walnut credenza, those gorgeous brass…
When I moved into my first apartment after college, I stood in what the landlord generously called a “cozy living room” and wondered how on earth I would make 200 square feet feel like home. After so many trial and…