Home is the place we feel the most like ourselves—where we kick off our shoes, share our meals, and make memories. We’re taking our love for all things home and bringing it to Instagram. Follow along at Home52 and make
Home is the place we feel the most like ourselves—where we kick off our shoes, share our meals, and make memories. We’re taking our love for all things home and bringing it to Instagram. Follow along at Home52 and make
Home is the place we feel the most like ourselves—where we kick off our shoes, share our meals, and make memories. We’re taking our love for all things home and bringing it to Instagram. Follow along at Home52 and make
The stove is the workhorse of the kitchen, burners dutifully heating up on command to prepare meals at all times of day, season after season. It works hard, and that work shows: in a splotch of tomato sauce from Monday,
According to the L.A. Times, there are around 300,000 things—no, that’s not a typo—in the average U.S. household, including everything from paper clips to pots and pans, furniture, and more. That’s a lot of stuff! It’s no wonder so many
Do you love your kitchen sponge? Funny question, I know. I bet most people wouldn’t give their kitchen sponge much thought. Most sponges are serviceable enough on their own to go unnoticed until a telltale point reveals itself—an off smell
Like most people who love spending time in the kitchen, I get all googly-eyed at a well-organized pantry. But I’ll admit I spend more time looking at photos of well-organized pantries than I do keeping my own in order. One
Raising a family to be healthy, wealthy, and wise, is number one priority on the list. I loved that time in my life. The essential ingredients in my kitchen were and still are the same as Joannas with a few
Welcome to My Life at Home, where we slow down for just a minute to share a glimpse into the lives of food lovers we’d love to get to know better. Kick off your shoes and get comfy! Hello, Victoria!
This past weekend I received seven emails from my father, each titled either “Art” or “Art?” and each containing an attached photo of a framed piece of art (or art?) from my childhood. “If you want them, they’re yours,” he