DIY Mom Blog
We rent apartments, design homes, and fill rooms with furniture… but somehow, we forget to reserve a single corner for ourselves. We dedicate space to dining, sleeping, working—even storing things we barely use—but where’s the space that restores us? Welcome to my journey of creating creative corners: little nooks I’ve made just for me. Not …
Decorating with kids is like painting a masterpiece in a windstorm—chaotic, unpredictable, but strangely beautiful. When I first imagined a beautifully decorated home, I saw white walls, minimal furniture, and calming neutrals. Fast forward to parenthood—and my new aesthetic includes primary colors, handprints on the wall, and a toy dinosaur in the fruit bowl. According …
Have you ever walked into a place and felt… nothing? No warmth, no familiarity—just blank walls, sterile tiles, and rental furniture that practically screams “temporary.” That’s exactly how I felt when I first stepped into my rented home in Brisbane. It was functional, yes. But home? Not even close. Still, something within me said, “This …
Cleaning my home after a craft session feels like trying to untangle fairy lights in the dark—just when you think you’ve found the end, another knot appears. If you’re a creative mom, you know the struggle. The joy of seeing your child’s imagination run wild with glitter, glue, and paint is often followed by the …
You spend an hour setting up a “controlled” creative session with your kids—paints neatly laid out, aprons tied, newspaper spread like battlefield maps—and in five minutes, it looks like a unicorn exploded in your living room. What starts as “art time” turns into a full-blown clean-up operation. Finger paints somehow make their way to curtains. …
Have you ever stepped on a LEGO five minutes after cleaning the floor? Did I even clean at all?” If you’re a mom, chances are this moment feels all too familiar. No matter how many times you vacuum, wipe, fold, or rearrange, it’s like the mess regenerates on its own. And you’re not alone. According …
It’s not a mess—it’s a masterpiece in progress. Imagine Van Gogh’s studio after a particularly passionate night. Now, add glitter. Multiply the paint stains. And toss in a few googly eyes for good measure. That’s what my living room looks like most days. And you know what? I’m okay with it. Because behind every marker-streaked …