How I Ended Up Here (and Why It Feels Right)

I’ve been painting walls since I was in diapers — I guess that’s what happens when your parents flip houses and hand you a brush before you can spell “primer.”

I learned early that homes aren’t perfect.

🪺 They’re projects.

🪺 They’re stories.

🪺 They’re experiments.

I guess you could say I was raised for this life.

My parents always had something in the works. After flipping houses came the resort, then the gift shop and café, and eventually the furniture store.

I was there for all of it.

For almost twenty years, I worked at the furniture store, and for the most part I loved it. (Until I didn't)

I loved helping people find pieces that actually fit their lives.

I was in my element figuring out layouts to awkward rooms.

I found satisfaction in the puzzle of the constant rearranging of the showroom floor.

But when my parents retired, I knew I was done with retail. I was ready to create something of my own.

Something slower, more intentional, and built around my life and my family.

Oh, and my body decided it had opinions, so that played a part in my decisions as well. After years of migraines and a list of random symptoms I was finally diagnosed with hypothyroidism and Hashimoto’s, I realized I needed a career that worked with my body — not against it.

So, I’m building one.

From home.

Usually in yoga pants.

And always with snacks.

This is how Natural Nest started.

It’s the mix of everything I’ve learned along the way — from growing up around flipped houses to twenty years in the furniture world. A certificate in interior decorating mixed with my background in yoga and mindful living. And quiet rebellion against all the so-called design "rules"

This mix might feel random, but it’s reshaped how I think about flow and function — in homes, and in life. It’s how I help people create spaces that actually feel like them.

I’ve never really labeled myself an interior designer or decorator — those labels just never felt right.

Maybe because they sound too polished. Or too “let’s stage your life for photos.”

That’s not me.

I’m not here to make your house look like a catalog. I don’t make your design decisions or source items for you. If that’s what you’re looking for, I’m probably not your girl (and that’s completely okay).

But if you’re craving support and confidence — and a home that feels like you — comfortable, functional, lived-in, and maybe a little chaotic if that’s how life looks right now… then we should definitely be friends.

Feeling at home is my number one goal as a homebody. Home is where I work, rest, and occasionally lose my mind over someone chewing too loud, the scattered socks everywhere, and the damn dog-hair tumbleweeds. Seriously...where do they keep coming from?

It’s where I come back to myself.

Curled up on the couch with a blanket and a book.

Getting in the dog snuggles (or boy snuggles when they allow it).

Eating home-cooked meals.

Playing a “friendly” board game that turns into a full-blown competition.

Sewing and creating.

And because nature is home too...

Yoga on the deck.

Hands in the dirt.

Walks through the woods.

Floating in a kayak pretending the sink full of dishes doesn’t exist.

Maybe that’s why I see homes the way I do — not as finished products, but as something that grows with us.

🪺 As stories.

🪺 As projects.

🪺 As experiments.

Always evolving.

Just like we do as people.

Nest Well,

Paige