We have a Room of Requirement. It holds my husband's drawing table, exercise equipment bought with excellent intentions, the gift wrap collection, bedding without a home, and now my entire office. Somewhere underneath all of it is a room that could become whatever I need it to be. I'm working on figuring out what that is.
Some containers are too good to toss. The problem is making them look like they belong in your home instead of your recycling bin. This is the one supply that completely changed how I approach them.
Life has shifted in quiet ways lately—my mom settling into a new community, my family adjusting to new rhythms, and a few trees outside just beginning to bud.
A week of preparing for guests in a house that’s still mid-project and mid-life. A small reflection on hosting, raising a teenager, welcoming family, and learning to make a home that feels like us — imperfect, warm, and real.
