Barbie sheets draped over my Mom’s best sofa & chair. Me underneath, with a flashlight and a Nancy Drew (I inhaled them like Candy, pun intended). If I wasn’t there, chances are my folks would find me sequestered in the attic plotting my fashion empire. Fast forward. Enter dogs, cats, bffs, hubbies, partners. The “m” in Me Time, always flips to “w”. But that yearning … Continue reading The SpaHome Secret Weapon: The Birth of the “Me” Nook