How I got here
Three houses. Same lesson.
I'm 6 feet tall. My husband Mitch is 6'5".
Our first house was 800 square feet and built in 1920.
The king bed fit on one wall.
The bathroom gave you eighteen inches between the shower and the toilet.
I knew there was a way to live in it well.
I just couldn't figure out the steps.
And I thought something was wrong with me.
There wasn't anything wrong with me.
That house was built in 1920.
The next house was bigger, the "dream" house.
It overwhelmed me even more.
More space didn't fix it. A plan did.
Then came our third house, a historic farmhouse in Sunderland that's now The Giant Life House, an Airbnb for big groups. I designed it room by room on a really, really thin budget. The constraints made the decisions easier, not harder.
It was never about size or money.
I didn't grow up in homes that felt safe.
Everything I know about home I learned on purpose,
first as the "demo girl" on my dad's remodels,
then through a degree in Construction Science,
then through hundreds of real rooms.
That's why I can walk you through it step by step.
I've had to learn every step myself.
Today I homeschool our two kids,
we live half the year in a fifth wheel,
and there's a Great Dane involved.
It's a giant life. On purpose.