From Natalie

The Home We’ve Lived In All Along

I’ve always loved homes with a little history. The kind with worn wooden floors, imperfect walls, and rooms that feel as though they’ve held a thousand conversations. There’s something beautiful ab...

When More Stops Making Life Better | The Art of Enough · Part Four

I like beautiful things. I like a beautiful home, good skincare, clothes I feel good in, dishes collected over time, and ingredients that make cooking more pleasurable. I like wandering through a b...

Multiple Sclerosis: The Diagnosis That Changed Everything

I never wanted to become the woman who had a story about surviving something. But here I am. In 2014, two words changed the direction of my life. Multiple Sclerosis. There is a particular kind of g...

The Things We Keep The Art of Enough · Part Two

I have things in my house that would mean absolutely nothing to anyone else. A worn recipe card in handwriting I recognize immediately. A bowl that belonged to someone I loved. A chipped plate I st...

When the Season Changes, the Body Notices

Every October, I feel the shift. The mornings are darker. The air changes. The days get shorter almost without us noticing. We start closing the windows, reaching for sweaters, making soup instead ...

The Art of Enough Part One: How Much Is Enough?

I’ve always liked things with a little life in them. My cupboards are filled with mismatched dishes. I have chipped plates I won’t part with, old furniture, worn wood, stacks of books and a kitchen...

The Life That Happens in Between

I’m beginning to think that some of the best parts of our lives are the parts we barely notice. The first sip of coffee while the house is still quiet.The way the light moves across the kitchen flo...

Just Let Us Age

I am tired of being told that aging is something we should be trying to outrun. Reverse it. Erase it. Correct it. Tighten it. Lift it. Prevent anyone from knowing it happened. At some point, can we...

Maybe We Were Never Meant to Be Well Alone

I love being alone. I genuinely do. I love a quiet house. A morning to myself. Working in the studio with music playing. Walking through the garden without needing to talk to anyone. I’ve always be...

Maybe I’ve Entered My Nostalgia Era

Lately, I’ve found myself looking at old things differently. The glass candy dish that belonged to someone before me. The mismatched plates. Old music playing in the kitchen. Movies I’ve seen so ma...