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HGTV presenta 'Design Home' en medio de la fijación de la fabulosa colaboración de los cazadores de casas

Autor : Stella Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

¡Design Home se asocia con HGTV, lanzando Fixer a los fabulosos desafíos inspirados en los cazadores de casas!

A partir del 19 de febrero, participe en desafíos de diseño semanales basados ​​en programas populares de HGTV. Cree interiores elegantes con muebles y decoración de marcas del mundo real como West Elm, Jonathan Adler, Williams Sonoma y Kathy Kuo. Envíe sus diseños para votos y recompensas.

Pronto llegarán más desafíos inspirados por los cazadores de casas, con el diseño de habitaciones que satisfagan las necesidades y deseos de los compradores de vivienda. Equilibrar la estética y la practicidad mientras muestra tu creatividad.

¡La colaboración de Design Home se extiende a Fixer a Fabulous! El 25 de marzo a las 8/7c en HGTV (transmitir en Max y Discovery+ al día siguiente), los anfitriones Dave y Jenny Marrs participarán en los desafíos de diseño del hogar, demostrando su destreza de diseño.

ytcon más de 131 millones de jugadores en todo el mundo, Design Home ofrece una extensa biblioteca de más de 18,000 desafíos, casi 100 asociaciones de marca y 61,000 muebles y artículos de decoración. Diseñe cualquier cosa, desde acogedoras salas de estar hasta cocinas contemporáneas, reflejando su estilo único.

¡No se pierda nuestra lista de los mejores juegos móviles gratuitos!

Para aquellos desconocidos, el reparador de HGTV a Fabulous (temporada sexual) sigue a Dave y Jenny Marrs mientras renovan las casas históricas de Bentonville, Arkansas. Los cazadores de casas muestran compradores de vivienda en todo el país mientras navegan por el proceso de elegir la propiedad de sus sueños.

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