She didn't learn this in a studio. She learned it in a house, with a nail gun.
For seven years Shelby ran a beauty studio in Rockwall, Texas. She got good enough at it that other estheticians started paying her to teach them how she did it. That business bought the first house.
The first house was a 1980s brick three-bedroom that didn't look like it needed anything. She took out walls anyway. Reconfigured the master, cut new windows into the kitchen, laid every square foot of the floor herself.
Somewhere in the middle of it, contractors and designers kept steering her toward the safe version. She didn't have credentials to argue with. She just knew they were wrong, and she was right often enough to stop second-guessing it. That instinct is the whole thing.
Then the babies came and she stayed home. The work didn't stop; it just moved indoors. Room by room, a style stopped being borrowed and started being hers.
