09/22/2025
Before I wanted to be an interior designer I wanted to be an artist, and before that a writer, and long before that as a very little girl I wanted to be a showgirl at the moulin rouge and dance wearing beads and feathers. Some dreams were better left on the table and others perhaps need to be picked back up. I’ve spent the past month sifting through memories, photos, portfolios, and bales of poetry and half written stories. Houses hold so much more than furniture. They hold memories and possibilities reminding us of who we are and the stories left undone that should be continued. In addition to interior designer, wife, mother, friend, etc, I might just need to pick up my brushes and pens again if not for anyone but myself thanks to the reminders found within my mamas house.
