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Our first home together was adorable. It was a little ranch, on the outskirts of an urban area, and it was the perfect first home. Gorgeous hardwoods, little touches of character, cozy rooms. The only downside? It had awful landscaping (see below!). And the flower beds would grow nothing, except lilies and weeds. I don't like lilies, and I really don't like weeds, and one summer I had had enough and decided it was time to do something. Alex and I talked it over and due to the fact that any previous attempts at growing anything had miserably failed (especially on the left flower bed, for some reason), we decided to give a container garden a go. It was

I wish I would have invented spray paint. It's so genius! I've always been a fan of it. It's an easy fix for pretty much any thing that you'd like to tweak the look of. It's very cost effective, too, especially if you're using it on furniture - one or two cans of spray paint is significantly less than buying a whole new piece of furniture! This isn't really a DIY per se, since I think we can all operate a can of spray paint. This is more of a look into what you can do with spray paint and a few spruces to some old or broken pieces of furniture, to maybe help inspire you and

Have you ever had an idea for how you would like a space to come together, but when you walk into that space, you immediately shut down and feel unable to bring that vision to life? I ran into this issue quite a bit when I would work on the design of the first home my husband and I bought together. I would begin a project with so much enthusiasm, but about midway through, my enthusiasm would be replaced by an overwhelming feeling of, well, overwhelm. I would have to step away and, usually, the project would either not be completed or, it would be completed in a way that didn't leave me entirely happy. When I look back

Our first house was on the small side - only 1,000 square feet - and we were pretty limited in what we could do space-wise. We really loved that little house, but after our son was born things began to feel a little more cramped - because, toys! Until we were ready to upgrade to a larger home, in the words of Tim Gunn, we had to make things work. Our biggest "make it work" challenge for our first house was the living room. Our living room had to double as our playroom, because we only had three bedrooms (two of which were used as bedrooms, and the third was a home office). Even though the

I don't think it's a secret, among those who know me, that I love a clean house. And by "love," what I mean is not only do I like seeing my house all tidied up and clean, but I really enjoy cleaning in general. Even as a child, I loved Saturday morning chores done with my mom. I realize I'm probably in the minority of people who actually enjoy cleaning, and I'm cool with that. What may not be known, though, is my even greater love for a well lived in home. A well loved home. As much as I enjoy the wiping down, the picking up, the putting away