A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
There’s this slow evolution happening in the conversion of our house into our home. It always amazes me how some people do this quickly; for us the process seems to reveal itself. We’re also being more careful to stay true to the things we love and those that seem important to our family. Each piece that comes in is a new kind of envelope that wraps us up in each other in new ways: some are found and purchased, but a lot of what we’re putting into our home is either upcycled or being made custom (either by Hank or a collaboration). There’s a definitive difference in feeling that you’ve pulled something together that “works” versus something that “fits,” as though you’re breaking in the most perfect pair of jeans.
A few weeks ago, Hank put a quick design together for a fire pit and asked a friend of ours to build it. It’s PERFECT.