Does your mudroom resemble these statements?

• Book bags thrown anywhere and everywhere on the floor.
• Shoes discarded into haphazard piles as you come in from the garage. You're waiting for the next time you spill out a bag of groceries after tripping over this shoe graveyard.
• SO many coats draped over SO few hooks. How long will it take to find your favorite raincoat on a dreary Columbus day?
• Your son's dirty JV football uniform dropped in the…

With today’s ever-increasing home prices, you need to squeeze out as much function with every square foot of space you have. Perhaps you’re looking to add a home office, a hobby room, art studio or place to stay fit and do yoga. If so, are you wondering how in the world you’ll have space for your kids and grandkids to sleep and get the new space you need? The question is where can you ‘find’ this room if your current home (or future…

Do you swoon with envy over the drool-worthy images on Houzz and Pinterest of dreamy custom closets? A place where jewelry, shoes, handbags all have their place and are proudly on display (check out Kim Kardashian’s converted guest bedroom into a glam-closet below).

Maybe you’d love a closet which makes you feel as excited as walking through Nordstrom’s eyeing those glamorous pair of Jimmy Choo’s.

The drool-worthy closet is fun to think about,…

Does your garage resemble your 9^th grade Algebra class or worse yet college Calculus class? Not sure you get the connection? Well – they’re both places you’d rather not be? Your lack of a garage ‘storage and organization system’ (if that’s what you can call the cluttered mess today) can cause you to be a victim of too many negative numbers. Think about these bad stats:

• The number of times your spouse has nagged you to clean out the garage.
• The…

You knew the moment would come. You just dropped your last child - ‘Daddy’s little’ girl’ - off at college. You’ve officially become an empty nester. Now you and Bill have your Upper Arlington home with 4 bedrooms, a fire pit, a hot tub and large yard all to yourselves.

You’re supposed to be jumping for joy.

You feel more like crying.

There will be no more cheer practices, band recitals, or field hockey games to attend. You’re faced with THE…

There are situations where I wish I could go back to the days when I was growing up. Visiting Grandma’s house for a fresh Italian meal is one of them. The smell of garlic bread with fresh parsley flakes or her famous pizza (with the thick crust, diced up tomatoes, and small bits of anchovies - yes, I know some of you are grossed out about that) baking in the oven. If I could only get another slice of it today.

However, there are other aspects…