I believe we don’t truly own historic homes; we are simply their caretakers. After moving into my 1941 cottage, I set out to undo the sterile modern choices left behind by real estate flippers, and to bring back to life years of neglected landscaping in hopes of restoring the warmth, soul, and architecture of this home.
Whether it’s reigniting the feel of the home through intentional color choices, styling the teak furniture on the back porch for memorable gatherings with family and friends, or planting new beds with heirloom plants across the front facade, this journey of mine is one of patience and joy guided by character, texture, and slow design.