I’ve been an art lover my entire life. In college, I was only a class or two away from an Art History minor. I also distinctly remember begging my parents for an Andy Warhol tote bag from Urban Outfitters when I was about 10 years old. I still have it. Nine times out of ten…
My house was built in 1872, so it’s “lived” through everything from the sinking of the Titanic to the Great Depression to the Civil Rights Movement to hair metal. If these walls could talk, right? While we’re lucky to have a lot of great original features — hello, 19th-century woodwork — I’ve been leaning into…