When we bought our 1970s ranch house three years ago, I was all about that open concept life. Knock down ALL the walls! Let the light flow! Create one massive space where I could see my partner cooking while I lounged on the couch pretending to watch HGTV but actually checking Slack!
Fast forward six months, and our dream space had become a nightmare of confusion. Our living room bled into our dining area which melted into our kitchen which somehow became our home office. We couldn't figure out where to put anything, and the echo was driving us insane. I'd be on work calls and my partner would be running the blender, and my colleagues started asking if I was calling from inside a food processor.
After many arguments, two failed furniture arrangements, and one regrettable purchase of a room divider that looked like it belonged in a 1980s doctor's office, I finally cracked the code on making open concept actually work. Here's how I transformed our cavernous, confused space into distinct zones that still feel connected.