I’ve been hitting up against the heavy “shoulds”, “coulds”, and “supposed to’s” as of late. I don’t like those. They leave me feeling… exhausted. I SHOULD be writing about interior design. I COULD be posting all kinds of pretty pictures. I’m SUPPOSED TO be interested in the ever-expanding line-up of this month’s latest and greatest. [...]
Design is a fickle bitch. Always beckoning with the more more more while you’re bursting at the seams and aching for a little letting go go go. The bombardment is intense ~ always something new, something prettier, something shinier, something a little more than what you’ve got. And just when you’re feeling like stripping on [...]
Yeah, I know. We’re a scary bunch. Bossy, opinionated, a little too loose with the purse strings. And really, everything’s just fine. Just fiiiiiiiine, thankyouverymuch. A designer?! Bahhhh! Who the hell needs one of those?! “I’m not Momma Moneybags.” “My wife takes care of that stuff. I just make sure I pick up my socks.” [...]
I design for the senses. Especially the ears.
