The first year we moved into our urban lot, I started a vegetable garden knowing next to nothing. “Don’t worry Kev, I’ve got this.” I planted in May, where the sun stuck to that sunny sliver running along the driveway, when the snowglobe promised to stop shaking, when the plant store was flooded with humans again. By June, the sun slid high into the sky and stayed there for the rest of the season, throwing complete shade at my small vegetable garden. Despite all odds, produce produced, and Hal learned that food comes from the dirt that summer. The next year, though, I packed up my expensive idea, splintered cedar, and trellis, leaving it on the curb for another optimist, hopefully an optimist with some sun in her garden. Read more

When we started designing our home, I was pretty sure every room would be as colorful as Hal’s turned out to be. Either my color palette was refining itself, or I just couldn’t pull off more than 3 colors at a time. It’s probably the latter. Because in my junior year as a graphic design major, I was reamed in front of the entire class over my color palette choice on a magazine redesign project. I am not so great at pulling off a lot of colors at one time like Jenny Komenda, one of my favorite designers. So we renegotiated a rug, a large piece of framed art, and a couple bright pillows from downstairs to Hal’s room, and they felt right at home and like a cousin to her bathroom.   Read more

Before we moved in, the only spot of color in the house, outside the vintage green pendant in the kitchen, was Hallie’s blue vanity. Brittany, who worked with us to design our home, picked out the color. My brain was so decision fatigued by this point in the building process, after seeing a swatch on a screen, not in real life, I said “Love. Let’s do it.” And we did it.  Read more

Christmas decorations at The Faux House

They don’t make things like they used to. But if you look hard enough, you’ll find a handful of artisans that do—that make things the old fashioned way. They just might not be on the internet. Ha! Our tree stand is one of those things. We bought it 3 years ago from the tree farm where we cut down our tree. And every year you ask, “Where did you get your tree stand?” And every year I go on a hunt that turns up empty answers. Not this year though! I dug a little deeper to find you similar options to our forever, heirloom, high-quality tree stand. Note: quality costs more, so you’ll see prices below to reflect that. Behold. Read more

Fall at The Faux House from The Faux Martha

“Hal, don’t blink or you’ll miss it.”

“Mom, how long do I have to keep my eyes open for?”

“Just a little longer, girlie.” Fall is a wing season in Minnesota, flanking our two longest seasons—winter and summer. If you blink, you just might miss it. Read more

The guest room at The Fauxhouse from The Faux Martha

The Inn at The Fauxhouse is now open for guests. Well, it’s been sleeping guests for 3+ years, but I’m finally done tinkering with the room. And when you come to stay, I wont corner you as I tell you about all the unfinished parts. (Can you hear Kev cheering in the background?) Let’s just call this the official grand opening of The Cozy, Collected Guest Room. Somebody cut the ribbon already. Read more

Weekend Laundry Room Makeover from The Fauxmartha using Ikea Elvarli

The laundry room was just a square of a room with a stacked washer and dryer when we moved in. We were fresh out of budget for any kind of shelving by the end of the building process, so we threw an extra shelf in the room that we had on hand and called it good enough. We hung clothes on the metal stair rail to air dry and used the guest bed as a folding counter. The laundry room was basically an empty room, and all of its contents were spilling out into the upstairs. It was time to make this room functional. Read more

Behind the blogging scenes with The FauxMartha and Delta Faucet

Nine years ago, almost to the day, I started this blog. At first, it was a hey-mom-and-dad blog. Kev and I were freshly married and had just moved from Dallas to Chicago. A blog seemed like an efficient way to let our families know what we were up to. By the second or third post, I was typing out recipes, mostly the baked variety, with a side of crafting and knitting.  Read more

 
 
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