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Feels Like Home Fall Tablescape

Monday, September 14, 2026Monday, September 14, 2026

We’re sharing our Feels Like Home Fall Tablescape today!

Recently, I made a big batch of soup and a pumpkin spice latte.

Then snuggled up with a stack of Fall home decor books, searching for inspiration.

It was such a relaxing way to spend a lazy afternoon.

Several years ago, I had the chance to be a part of the Feels Like Home book launch team.

It was so much fun!

I loved reading an advanced copy and digging into Marian’s archives to create a mini-series filled with some of my all-time favorite projects she has created.

You can find those posts below if you missed them:

Feels Like Home Fall Tablescape-The Crowned Goat

Discovering Your Signature Style…

If you know anything about Miss Mustard Seed, you know her signature colors are shades of whites, blues, and greens.

You could literally pick her stunning photos out of a lineup because her European Farmhouse style is that refined.

Honestly, I was *this* close to borrowing blue and white dishes from my Mom to keep our Feels Like Home Fall Tablescape “on brand.”

My Mom was even sweet enough to text a few ideas.

They were all beautiful options.

But not a single one felt right.

For weeks, I struggled to come up with an idea that honors the inspiration Marian conveys through her blog.

At the time, I brushed it off as being a perfectionist because I felt really stuck.

Then I finished the book and realized Miss Mustard Seed doesn’t want our homes to be a reflection of her style.

To truly “feel like home,” the spaces we inhabit daily must be a reflection of our own style.

I finally decided to use camels, grays, creamy whites, and a rich dusty pink on our Feels Like Home Fall Tablescape.

After all, they’re colors I’ve loved for years and ones that feel most like our signature style.

And once I made that tiny shift, things fell into place almost instantly.

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Embracing A Heart for Hospitality…

The whole experience really taught me a lesson in how comparisonitis can sometimes hinder our heart for hospitality.

Especially if the spaces in our homes don’t quite fulfill our expectations just yet.

It’s crazy how easily we can talk ourselves out of the very thing we want most (connection) with excuses like:

“My house is too small.”
“I don’t have time for all the extra fluff.”
“I’m too tired.”
“My home isn’t good enough.”
“I can’t cook.”
“I’m exhausted just thinking about the details.”

Much like creating a home that feels warm and inviting, though, hospitality can be practiced.

We just have to open our hearts and be willing participants.

To throw out the lie that our homes have to be Instagrammable or perfect and instead embrace a mindset that says:

It’s a pleasure to have you here.
You matter to me.
Let me nourish you and serve you well.
I want you to be a part of my story, and I’d love the opportunity to be a part of your story too.
This is a safe space to renew your strength. I hope you find comfort here.

Making Time to Celebrate…

Earlier this year, I was trying to decide how to celebrate my birthday.

And I immediately envisioned eating outside under the fairy lights with lots of good food and a sky dotted with stars.

Gathering around the table to share and linger over a meal is one of my all-time favorite luxuries.

It’s the one thing, no matter what house I’m in that always feels like home.

It takes completely slowing down to freely enjoy those gathered around the table without distraction.

And an open heart that disregards perfection, offers a big hug, and says, “I’m so glad you’re here,” with genuine excitement.

On the afternoon of my birthday, buckets of rain fell from the sky, and I knew immediately we wouldn’t be able to eat outside.

My Dad also wound up having a late and unexpected appointment he couldn’t miss.

So, instead of celebrating at my house, we decided to meet at a restaurant.

As I got out of the car and pulled the umbrella over my head, I wondered aloud why I had bothered wearing heels.

And as we waited to be seated, I listened through countless rounds of knock-knock jokes, willing myself not to show any signs of disappointment.

A few minutes later, our name was called, and we were ushered inside.

But instead of grabbing a big booth to fit our pod of 12, the waiter walked us outside to a covered patio and sat us under a pergola filled with fairy lights.

There were even giant heaters nearby to keep us warm.

I couldn’t believe it.

That night we ate lots of good food, shared plenty of laughs, and talked until the clouds parted and the sky lit up with thousands of tiny stars.

To this day, it’s one of my favorite birthday memories.

The ironic thing about that night was that my family’s gift of hospitality never took place in a home.

They brought it with them.

Underneath a pergola of twinkling lights, with joy and purpose-filled hearts, they showed up to make the day a special one.