Okay, let’s get real for a sec. 👀 Last week, I tripped over a decorative basket for the third time while carrying coffee, and in that moment – sticky floors, bruised shin, caffeine…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real. When was the last time you walked into a room and thought, “Yep, this space gets me”? For years, my apartment looked like a Pinterest board threw up…
Read moreOkay real talk—who else has cried over airport Wi-Fi prices? 🙋♀️💸 When I traded my cubicle for Croatian coastlines and Buenos Aires cafes, I didn’t realize “home” would become a verb. Not gonna…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real for a sec. 👀 Have you ever walked into a room and instantly felt… blah? Like your motivation got sucked into a black hole between your IKEA bookshelf and…
Read moreOkay, confession time: I used to be the queen of impulse-buying throw pillows. The kind of person who’d walk into HomeGoods for dish soap and walk out with a faux-fur floor pouf, a…
Read moreOkay friends, let me confess something – I used to be that person who bought ceramic hedgehog trinket holders “just in case.” 🦔 Then last winter, I spent 27 minutes searching for matching…
Read moreOkay, confession time: I used to be the queen of clutter. 👑 My apartment looked like a tornado had a love affair with a thrift store. 🌀💔 I’d lose my keys daily, panic-clean…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real – who else has stared at their overstuffed closet at 2 AM while eating cold pizza, thinking “Why does my space feel like a physical manifestation of my existential…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to think “luxury” and “studio apartment” belonged in separate universes. 🚫 Like, how am I supposed to feel like a Pinterest goddess when my “living room” doubles as…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real for a sec. When I first tried working from home, my “office” was a folding chair at the kitchen counter, surrounded by unwashed coffee mugs and my cat’s tail…
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