I never really had a green thumb until I was in my late 30’s. It’s not that I never had an interest; I just couldn’t figure out how to keep the darn things alive for very long. As a kid, we had a vegetable garden every summer. And growing up, my mother had house plants all over. But me, I killed everything. After I had my third child, I figured if I could take care of three kids, I could definitely take care of a little ol’ plant (I know, it’s a crazy analogy)! So I took baby steps. And now I’ve become the crazy plant lady.

What I’ve come to realize is that each and every plant needs a different amount — and type — of care and attention, just like a child. Once you have that part down, it’s pretty easy. If I can do it, you can, too. I encourage you to give it another try if you’ve given up hope. I have plants in practically every room of my house. I love the way they add to the decor of a space; a little green perched on top of a stack of books, a succulent nestled in a small bowl, a vine trailing across a console table. Plants add color, freshness and texture in so many ways.