Documenting the beautiful chaos of turning a house into a home.
I’ve been talking about history for quite a while now – and for a very simple reason. To be honest, winter chores aren’t exactly thrilling enough to turn into blog posts... with the exception, of course, of one particularly big and awesome project! I’ve gathered heaps of material
Sometimes I forget just how young and aggressively optimistic we were when we took on this "lifetime project." Back then, we saw things through rose-colored (and very naive) glasses. Our plan was a three-step miracle: drywall the walls, laminate the floors, and slap in some plastic windows. It
In the world of Estonian furniture, there is one piece that reigns supreme as the ultimate symbol of a "proper" home: the Tigudiivan, or Snail Sofa. Born in the 1930s, these sofas are famous for their spiraled armrests and deep, nesting comfort. We became the guardians of an
Just two months after moving into our new home, I was looking out the bedroom window on a particularly misty late-summer morning. For some reason, I saw horses galloping across the overgrown fields in my mind’s eye. I had ridden as a child, but it had been years since
If you were to walk by our home today, you would see a serene stone entrance and a house that is finally finding its footing with its new brick stairs. But back in 2007, you would have seen something resembling an archaeological disaster zone. To understand how we got from
