You Don't Need to Be Handy. You Just Need to Start

Here's the thing, I didn't grow up thinking I'd end up here. I'm an immigrant kid who was raised in a single parent household, and I learned early on that if something around the house needed fixing, I was probably the one who was going to figure it out. There wasn't always someone to call, so I learned to call myself. I was also lucky enough to grow up around my tios, who were seriously skilled with power tools, and I soaked up more than I realized just from being around them. That early exposure planted something that didn't fully bloom until years later, when my husband and I bought our very first home. I looked around at all the things I wanted to fix, update, or completely redo, and instead of putting it on someone else's to-do list, I decided to make it mine. That's what this blog is, project by project, mistake by mistake, shared so you can skip some of the trial and error I didn't get to skip.