It started small — a shelf. Or maybe not even a shelf — more like the feeling of one. My girlfriend said we needed “a better place for the keys,” and instead of adding a tray, I decided I'd build something. Wall-mounted. Minimalist. Functional. Or whatever people call it when they're about to drill blindly.I marked the spot beside the door,
You know that moment when a corner of the house just... loses its spark? Nothing obvious. No collapsed ceiling. Just a nagging sense that things aren't right.Maybe the mornings feel dull. Or maybe you've been lifting the same door for years. You keep living with it — until you don't.That's when a revamp starts. Not always with Pinterest dreams. M
Back in 2019, I stood in the narrow corridor and realized I was sick of it. Not in a gut-the-whole-house kind of way. More like when you resent something bit by bit. Like your old phone case, or a shirt that always feels damp.It was tight, and there was this awkward spot where the paint peeled like dry pastry. Just a wall. But somehow it felt like