Category DIY

I still remember the first time I tried working with epoxy; I was hunched over my kitchen table, surrounded by half-empty bottles and a cloud of chemical fumes that felt…

I remember standing on my grandmother’s porch in Maine, watching a tiny chickadee struggle to find a nesting spot amidst a sudden coastal storm. It hit me then that we…

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a pile of empty tin cans and a cracked ceramic mug, feeling that familiar pang of guilt we all get…

I was standing in my small apartment last weekend, staring at a dusty, thrifted ceramic vase that had seen much better days, wondering if I was about to make a…

I remember standing in the middle of a big-box furniture aisle last year, staring at a flat-pack desk made of compressed sawdust and toxic glues, feeling a profound sense of…

I remember sitting on my floor last autumn, surrounded by a chaotic tangle of synthetic, plastic-based cords that felt more like a mess than a masterpiece. I had picked up…

I remember standing in my tiny apartment kitchen years ago, staring at a mountain of wilted kale and coffee grounds, feeling completely defeated by the idea that I was just…

I remember standing in my tiny apartment balcony last summer, staring at a wilted basil plant and feeling completely defeated by the sheer lack of space. Most people will tell…

I remember standing in my tiny first apartment after a long day of work, staring at a neon-blue spray bottle that smelled more like a chemistry lab than a home.…

I was sitting on my floor last Sunday, surrounded by a pile of discarded linen shirts and a single, stubborn thread, when I realized something: we’ve been conditioned to believe…