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Tiny House Nation // Bernardsville Handpoured

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It’s a known fact in our family that I am a crazy candle lady, taking after my mother. My mama is the queen of really obscure, hard to find candles that smell like cake and make you never want to leave. I was that girl that needed to have several around her dorm room in college when it was “forbidden”. Especially around Christmas— those scents got me every time. I’m also known in my family as the crunchy granola girl…

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Tiny House Nation // Sons of Salvage

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Aaron + Serg are hands down some of the kindest, laid back, funniest guys I’ve ever met. And to top it off, they have a serious talent and eye for creating handmade, salvaged furniture. We were extremely lucky to score a handmade table from these two and spend the afternoon in their shop drinking beers, filming, and talking life (in fact, the day we filmed, Aaron was proposing to his girlfriend in the sweetest way!! I’m tellin’ you…these two). It…

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Tiny House Nation // Gigi Pip

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I first found Gigi Pip on Instagram and immediately fell in love with their attitude, aesthetic and of course, their hats. After doing a little digging, I came to realize it was the baby business of inspirational blogger + mama Ginger Parrish of the Parrish Place. I remember thinking how inspiring + badass it is that she took something that brought her joy (wearing hats) + created her own business surrounding that with the love + support of her community…

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Tiny House Nation // Bobby Davidson

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Bobby Davidson is the cousin of a dear friend of ours from college and when we saw his work, we knew we wanted some of his whimsical pieces in our house. The cool thing about Bobby, too, is that he is a student and his work is already out of this world. We can’t wait to see where he leads and are so excited to have a couple of his pieces scattered around the house.…

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Dwellings // Fear

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I was wrapped up in a tartan wool blanket in Fear’s house. The fire behind me warmed my back, allowing each muscle along my spine to relax and sink deeper. There was this strange comfortability here. The kind of comfort where you find yourself forgetting that you don’t belong. A reminder alerting you every few seconds that even though your mind thinks this is the place to rest your bones forever, your body nudges at you to run. Leg jerks.…

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