Kicking things off

Kicking things off
Photo by amirali mirhashemian / Unsplash

This is Threaded Living. A home for curated tools, imperfect systems, cozy rituals, and the strange joy of trying to pull it all together.

It didn’t start with a plan. It started like most things in my life: with too many tabs open, a timer going off in another room, and a thought I couldn’t shake. I wanted a place to track the things that work. The tools that make life 5% easier, or at least more beautiful.

So here we are.


What You’ll Find

🧠 Things that help me focus

Timers, planners, containers, visual tricks. Tools I’ve tried, tools I want to try, and the truth about what actually works.

🍂 Seasonal shifts & small rituals

Pumpkins in October. Clearing off a surface in April. Who doesn't love a little seasonal inspo to get us through the doldrums? It doesn’t need to be a holiday. Sometimes it’s just Wednesday.

🌿 Garden-adjacent grounding

I say “garden,” but what I really mean is anything that lets me dig, repot, rearrange, or grow. Sometimes it’s dirt. Sometimes it’s a jar of water with a pothos cutting.

🧾 Reviews of stuff I use

No fluff. If I write about it, I either bought it, broke it, borrowed it and wish I had it, or can’t stop using it. Yeah, I'm doing the affiliate link thing, but on my terms.

🪡 Real-life threads

Not everything here is productive or clever. I'm a mom. I work full time. I do the shopping, the cooking, the homework, and the worrying. Some posts are messy. But even if I scramble to pull something together, I'll keep it real.


What You Won’t Find

  • Fake minimalism
  • 5AM “routines”
  • Reviews of things I don’t actually own
  • The assumption that any of us has it all together.

Why “Threaded Living”?

Some days I’m stitching together a creative, thoughtful life. Other days I’m just hanging on by a thread. Both versions show up here.

If that sounds familiar, I hope you’ll read something that helps. Or makes you feel seen. Or at least gives you something worth saving to a board for later. 🫶

Footage of me most days