There’s something about wood that just makes Christmas feel more real to me. Not the plastic, not the tinsel — the wood. The warmth of it, the texture, the way it smells when you’re working with it in a heated…
Every December, our house turns into what I can only describe as a cheerful craft explosion. Yarn on the sofa, scissors on the kitchen table, and at least one cup of tea gone cold because I got distracted mid-project. This…
I never thought I’d become someone who makes things to sell at Christmas. For years I was strictly a maker-for-fun — crafts spread across the kitchen table, the girls covered in paint, Tasos pretending not to notice the mess. But…
