Jeff Erickson isn't entirely sure what a painting will become when he starts it. He spreads color across the canvas, builds up layers, then scrapes them away to expose vibrant reds and yellows that once disappeared beneath muted blues. The process isn't about control; it's about discovery.

For many people, the kitchen is the most popular room in the home and it can quickly become cluttered with appliances, tools and condiments. At Neat Method we love to keep countertops as clear as possible, so here are our tips to make that happen.

What is that line? “Necessity is the mother of invention.” Okay, so this post isn’t about an invention; this item existed, but not in the way I had wanted it to. I had actually been thinking about this or trying to find the right version for a decade. Well, over a decade - ever since I started wearing reading glasses when I turned 40.

Knowing Krista has made my daily life full of smiles and creativity! We immediately connected when we first met waiting outside of school for our little ones. So many wonderful common threads including being military spouses, artists and loving our community. This made for an instant new friendship that I am eternally grateful for!

I mentioned in last week's earlier post that all people want to wear in the DC summer heat is a bathing suit or a dress. It really is a horrible time of the year to have to confront your closet. Sometimes you don’t want to put on an expensive dress because you know it will take on sweat, sunscreen or maybe even sand and salt if you are at the beach.

Located on a quiet street in the highly desirable Wellington neighborhood, this charming storybook Colonial is truly one of a kind. Situated on a rare, flat 0.56-acre lot, the home offers over 3,600 square feet of thoughtfully renovated living space while preserving its timeless character and architectural charm.

There’s a strange thing that happens when you spend years building things. In the beginning, you are everything. You are the ideas. The creative. The storyteller. The one writing captions at midnight while simultaneously deciding what the walls should look like, what the menu should say... and somehow convincing the world to care.

Angkor Wat at sunrise defeats language a little. The sky went from black to bruised purple to a breathtaking pink, and the silhouette of the temple emerged from the darkness like something being slowly remembered. I sat on the sidewalk with several hundred other people and thought: this is why you leave home. For the feeling of standing inside something so much older and larger than your own life that your particular problems become, briefly and usefully, very small.