Classic case of the cobbler’s kids. My personal home is an indefinite work in progress. But after having Ruth come by to take some pictures of my kids’ rooms before we did a little re-arranging a few weekends ago, I realized that despite introducing you to our then-new home in 2016 and having you follow…
I still remember when the call came through a couple years ago. A woman had seen this picture in an advertisement in Spaces Magazine: And it dawned on her that just as this bathroom in the ad was once the sleeping porch of an old Brookside home, so too could her Brookside sleeping porch become…
I was telling a client the other day that we’ve never turned a generally unhappy person into a happy person with a beautiful remodel. But what we’re really good at is making happy people even happier. As was the case with these incredible Mission Hills clients. Authentically kind, always trusting and super complimentary at every…
Our designer Ruth put us in touch with these homeowners last summer as they were buying their first home as a married couple in KC. The Brookside bungalow they landed on, with its wrap-around porch, oozed charm from the street but was not without its flaws inside. No master bathroom (just a hall bath serving…
We do a lot of white kitchens. And I’m okay with that. Because they’re classic and beautiful; light and bright. And I’ll never tire of them. But I’m okay with black, too. Because in all the same ways that white is enduring and lovely, so is black. But it’s also deep and moody. It’s bold,…
Those that know me well know my aversion to driving. So when the call came in to travel out to Lake Quivira for a kitchen project, I rather thought I’d like to pass. Luckily, Jim doesn’t share my distaste for highways and out he went. And it’s a darn good thing as this turned out…
Oh, and while you’re here… Finish that sentence a million different ways. Look at our kitchen…Look at our porch…Do you mind glancing at our laundry room? May as well take a quick peek at the guest bath…you know – while you’re here. It’s no big deal, but, while you’re here do you have a second to see playroom?…
As much as I’ve loved living outside of Kansas City at different times in my life, the fact that I’m now raising my children less than a tenth of a mile from my childhood home is such a treat. Pushing a stroller down the same sidewalk I was pushed down. Ringing the same neighbors’ doorbells…
Once upon a time, John and I owned a condo near the Nelson Atkins Art Gallery. Little Annie spent a couple of her first years of life there until Quig came along with loud lungs and forced our family into a free-standing home out of the earshot of neighbors. Super thoughtful of us to move…
