French cleats are one of those things I keep meaning to try, but I always end up defaulting to what I know—toggle bolts, molly bolts, whatever gets th...

I hear you on the fake rocks—those things are basically a running joke among my neighbors. I’ve actually gone the route of a combination lockbox tucke...

Wool’s definitely a pain for curtains, but I’ve actually had decent luck with a heavy wool blend in my drafty old place—less fuzz than pure wool, and ...

Corners are my nemesis too. I swear, every time I think I’ve got them smooth, the afternoon sun comes in and just laughs at me. I get what you mean ab...

I get what you mean about not turning the yard into a “backyard war zone.” I’ve got an old stone foundation that’s seen enough water over the years, s...