I didn’t always know that I wanted to be an Interior Designer- horrors, I know. When I was a child I wanted to be a paleontologist. Dinosaurs fascinated fascinate me. Jurassic Park was is mind blowing. So while dinosaur bone hunting was not my future, I was constantly inspired by the world around me and still am.
I love to get my hands dirty, but not in the way I envisioned searching for dinosaur bones. Refinishing garage sale furniture (and curb finds) or priming my walls for a colorful makeover is my high. If my willingness to roll up my sleeves, to get down and dirty for the best finds, and sense of style can take someone’s abstract dreams for their home and transform it into reality, then my career would not be work; it would be making magic. And let’s face it- life is amazing when there is a little magic.
The 31 year old little voice in my head finally shouted-down to my heart and told me it was time to parlay my passion for fashion and art into a career in Interior Design. Fueled by the loving encouragement of my family and friends, I went back to school.
And so, I officially became what I was born to do.
I am a designer; a worshipper of the goddess of interior style. I have been a Chinese brush painter, I have been a tap dancer, I have been a writer of tear- splattered poems, a baker of triple fudge brownies, a sea-shell collector, a philosopher over dirty martinis, an explorer of trends, a “home psychologist” to my clients, and a slave to fashion and most-importantly, I am a nurturer to my handsome and supportive husband Craig and my two children, Freddy and Henry, who are the most inspiring and satisfying of all my design projects.
Freddy and Henry have both given me a spiritual makeover of sorts. I now see life more simply imagining it through the big, blue, wondrous eyes of my giddy, happy sons, while my sainted husband rearranges our furniture for the 55th time, as his self-installed wainscot dries. Since my interior design-calling, Craig has been coerced (via puppy-dog eyes) to discover his inner handy-man/ gardener/ electrician/ installer/ assembler/ delivery man/ decorator’s assistant). Gosh, I love that man!
At the end of the day, it’s all about being inspired and helping those around me become inspired by their surroundings…
This idea, which probably resonates from my love affair with “The Wizard of Oz”, is the cornerstone of my design philosophy- a room must tell a story that gives a nod to the bittersweet past ideologies, while stepping bravely away to embrace a blood-bubbling new energy… A contrast that assaults your eyeballs, like a single wall of uncomfortably-flamboyant metallic 1970’s wallpaper in an otherwise, starkly charcoal painted room or the cheeky flamingo print you don’t know why your subconscious is enamored with.
Inspired interior design gives you the ability to evolve as a person and re-imagine any world you want all in the same room, in the same home, over a lifetime.
After all … “there’s no place like home.”
