Kristen Garaffo

1 week ago | theeverygirl.com | Kristen Garaffo

Last summer, I saw a crowd forming outside of a home in my neighborhood, and, naturally, I needed to see what was up. I learned that an estate sale was going on, and everything in the home was for sale. Shocked, I made my way inside, oohed and ahhed over the stunning home, and left with a mother-of-pearl frame, two glass drinking glasses with gold foil, and a coffee table book—all for about $15. From then on, I was hooked.

1 week ago | camillestyles.com | Kristen Garaffo

We may receive a portion of sales if you purchase a product through a link in this article. Growing up, my childhood had a living room and a family room. The main difference between the two? The family room had a sofa facing the tv, and the living room didn’t. There are no screens in the living room actually—this is the place to settle in for a chat, have a quiet cup of coffee in the morning, or relax after dinner.

1 week ago | aol.com | Kristen Garaffo

This article may contain affiliate links that Yahoo and/or the publisher may receive a commission from if you buy a product or service through those links. This year, I aspire to be the friend who hosts dinner parties. In my head, I see a gorgeous tablescape, a glorious meal, and all of my friends chatting, laughing and having a good time. But as someone who currently doesn’t host often and is a little clumsy in the kitchen, I’d rather work my way up to this vision.

1 week ago | thekitchn.com | Kristen Garaffo

Kitchen & HomeEntertaining & GatheringfacebookpinterestemailcommentsWe independently select these products—if you buy from one of our links, we may earn a commission. All prices were accurate at the time of publishing. Credit: Photo: Alex Lepe; Prop Styling: Tom HoerupThis year, I aspire to be the friend who hosts dinner parties. In my head, I see a gorgeous tablescape, a glorious meal, and all of my friends chatting, laughing and having a good time.

2 weeks ago | camillestyles.com | Kristen Garaffo

Keeping it real—I wish I was someone who loved summer. Growing up, I vacationed in New Hampshire and looked forward to funnel cake on the boardwalk, lazy days on the lake, sugary cereal, and a late bedtime. But now? I feel pressure to pack my social calendar, live my best life (in comparison to social media), and look hot while doing it. Not in the literal sense, because there is a permanent pool of sweat on my upper lip that I just wish wasn’t there. Ugh.