08/24/2026
A home becomes meaningful through the things that hold a story.
For our heirloom-inspired design boards, each person started with something personal: a family treasure, a thrifted find, a photograph, or a painting that carries a piece of where they came from.
Elaine drew inspiration from heirlooms that tell her family's story. Mickayla from a $10 mid-century record console that has traveled with her across the country. Paige from film photographs of generations of her family fishing Lake Superior. Tyler from a watercolor painted by his great-grandmother.
They look completely different, and that’s the point.
Creating a home that feels like you isn’t about following a formula. It’s about surrounding yourself with the pieces, memories, traditions, and stories that matter to you.
Some heirlooms are inherited. Some are discovered. And some are being made right now, waiting to be passed down someday.
Your home should have room for all of it.
Inspired by the heirlooms and meaningful pieces in my own home, this board is about how the things we keep can tell our family’s story. Everything I do is ultimately for my children, creating a home filled with memories and pieces of our past that they can carry with them someday.
I’m not lucky enough to possess any true family heirlooms, but I do have some special pieces that will become heirlooms for my own children. This design is inspired by one of my greatest thrifted treasures: a mid century modern 1960s record console that has had a place in many apartments, moved across the country with me multiple times, and now sits as a focal point in the living room of my home. I bought it for $10 in my hometown, where it had sat in a barn for decades prior just collecting dust. My hope is that it’ll provide joy, its warm retro style, and the unique experience that real vinyl creates for my family as the years go on.
My Great-grandmother Marjorie painted a watercolor of the limestone bluffs at Fayette, the ghost town on Garden Peninsula. I don’t know how old it is, but it’s hung on the wall in my childhood home for as long as I can remember. Often, I find myself los
