I used to believe that a festive home during the holidays meant hauling out bins of glitter, garlands, and greenery. But these days, I’ve traded the storage overload for a simpler kind of joy — one that blends creativity with practicality.

I’m sharing my most favorite Amazon purchases. Things I’ve purchased from Amazon, that have lasted the test of time, are a good value, and in some cases, I’ve purchased again (such as in a different color).

I love changing out my summer pillow covers for something with a fall theme, busting out my warm throw blankets for cool nights with the windows open, remaking the bed with my warmer winter linens, and giving my mantle a fall makeover.

Due to my disability, an over-the-counter/out-of the box item is almost never an option. You’ll understand more as I explain a few products I absolutely love as a person with a disability, but that I think anyone who isn’t disabled will love too.

Who knew we’d be here again discussing more weird shit, but when renovating a 1960s ranch that was primarily used as a rental for more than a dozen years, weird shit happens.

This is the first in a series of posts about the kitchen because between a blown budget right at the start, the pandemic, and just weird stuff cropping up in an old house, it took us over a year to finish this kitchen.

I’ve renovated 3 kitchens and helped construction on another. I have learned a few things that I want to share to save you money and heartache. 

The Ides of March (i.e., 15th of March), signifies different things, spring, a full moon, or in Shakespearean terms, and in our case a bad omen.

Floods, dust storms, and arachnids, and that was just the living room.

From the day we saw the house, we couldn’t understand why the owners put in the horrible pink tile (HPT) floor.

Some of the first projects we tackled in renovating our home were accessibility upgrades.

One of the first projects I tackled in the house was the fireplace.

When renovating a home, you're going to run into some weird shit. Well, snagging a 1960s ranch home in New England, my husband and I ran into our own set of issues.