"I seem to be a verb."
~Buckminster Fuller
My design sensibilities didn't emerge until my 30s, when I found myself in-between jobs living in a new house with blank walls. Early on, HGTV shows were more about decorating than real estate, and programs like "Decorating Cents" and "Divine Design" imprinted on my brain. I worshipped at the altars of Candice Olson and Sarah Richardson, making mistakes, pouring over hundreds of magazine photos, and visiting lots of model homes. Gradually, I honed my sense of style, learned to sew, and used leopard print when in doubt.
Nearly 20 years later, I have a hard time NOT mentally redecorating every space I walk into. My brain is often flooded with "what if" images, rapidly scrolling through color, texture, fabric, and style choices like a slot machine wheel. And while I keep up with trends, I am still the girl who takes comfort in being surrounded by toile, velvet, fringe, tufting, warm colors, thick cushions, elegant gold frames, and crystal. And, of course, dog hair.
The kitchen. I'm finally learning to cook, and I've discovered this is the best room to do that in.
Stapling fringe to the edges of shelves.
A remote controlled dumbwaiter.
Forget choosing individual paint colors for every room. Pick one you love and paint every room the same. Lighting will make each room appear to be a different color anyway. My go-to shade: Ben Moore's Everlasting.
Lately, I've been visiting gourmet food stores and French restaurants. The ambience is off-the-charts gorgeous, and if you have a spare $35, you come home with a quart of the best chicken salad you've ever tasted.
I acquired a nail gun last year and have spent considerable hours wondering how I ever lived without it.
Forgetting to recharge my nail gun battery.
Never underestimate the power of caulk. It's cheap and covers many flaws. If it was safe, I'd use it as makeup.