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 rent. I so much as mention a paint can and my landlord will freak.”
“Design? Isn’t that for bored housewives?”

You don’t say.

Well, here’s what I say:

If you’ve got space (any kind of space) and you don’t love it, your space isn’t working for you.
If you’re spending more than a nano-second searching for anything, sanity included, your space isn’t working for you.
If you’re afraid of the prospect of company (mother-in-law anyone?), your space isn’t working for you.
If you don’t come home to an emphatic “ahhhh”, things aren’t fiiiiiiiine and you guessed it, your space isn’t working for you.

Now, I get it. There’s the money thing. And the lack thereof.

I’ll bet that if you looked around your space right now – right this second – you can rhyme off three things you bought within the last three years that makes you shudder. You know, one of those classic, “what the hell was I thinking?!” moments. Or three. Now think of what you spent.

Uh-huh.

So before you think design isn’t for you, think again. If you’ve got the space, you’ve got the need. Whether your budget is a $100 trip to Ikea and a hearty tidy-up, or a you-better-believe-I’ve-been-saving-up-for-this-for-years, one check-in with a designer might save you three ‘oops’ disasters and a whole hell of a lot of needless angst. And oh yeah, maybe a fistful of cash.

How do you like those apples?!

Because really, we’re not half as expensive as you think and we’re only scary when we bite.

So go on then. Surprise yourself. And when someone throws you the, “you hired what?!” bullshittery, you can answer with a confident, “I hired sanity”.

That’ll show ‘em.