Welcome to home, made.
I didn’t always know I’d end up here—styling homes, tweaking vignettes, helping people see their space in a new light. But looking back, it feels like the most natural path. home, made isn’t just a business. It’s a reflection of everything I’ve come to love about home, connection, and the stories our spaces carry.
It really began in 2010, with my first home—an 1890s Victorian on a quiet, tree-lined street in San Francisco. A place that finally felt like mine. When Scott moved in five years later, I restyled it to feel like ours. Then COVID hit, and like so many others, we hit pause. We packed up for what we thought would be a few weeks in Guerneville—a small town on the Russian River where we had bought a tiny cottage the summer before. But those few weeks turned into something much more. Our time at the river changed everything.
For the first time in years, I could breathe. I had space to take stock of what truly mattered and what genuinely brought me joy. Turns out, it wasn’t climbing corporate ladders or leading 400-person teams. It was sipping coffee on the porch beneath the redwoods. BBQing on the back deck. Living at a slower, quieter pace in a community that would give you the shirt off their back—or the tomatoes off their vines. We rescued Buddy during this time too—a soulful, snuggly pitbull who forever changed our lives. His steady companionship and simple presence brought more healing than I can put into words. We decided to stay and make Guerneville home.
We planned a modest renovation to add some space to our cottage. What followed was a multi-year journey that turned into a complete rebuild—one filled with setbacks, budget surprises, plenty of tears and hard-earned lessons. But, in the unraveling of that process, something else took shape: the start of a new chapter. One where I let go of what no longer fit and started building something entirely new—from the inside out. It was exactly the push I didn’t know I needed to step away from nearly two decades at Google and start listening to the quiet voice inside me that wanted something slower, more intentional, more creative.
That experience—and everything it cracked open—led me here. To home, made.
Not just a name, but a philosophy. A reminder that a beautiful home is not a product, it’s a process. Your space doesn’t need to reflect the latest trends or cost a fortune, it only needs to reflect you—your story, your seasons, your becoming.
I’ve found so much joy these past months creating our home, and now, helping others do the same. Styling is where creativity meets care. It’s about listening closely—both to the person and the place—and curating with intention. I don’t want to just make homes look good. I want them to feel good. To feel like you.
Leaning into this unknown space feels scary.
And exhilarating.
And right.
home, made is about honoring what’s real, embracing what’s next, and creating space—literally and figuratively—for who you’re becoming.
Let’s make something beautiful, together.
