College: magna cum laude….check
Grad school: thank ya laude….check
First real world job: I’m finally a grown up….check
First place: grandparents old house…..laude what do I do?
Since my early days of eagerly flipping through the pages of Architectural Digest while eating my Lucky Charms before walking to the bus stop, I have craved for the opportunity to design and decorate my own space. Images of gilded moldings and Versailles-esque McMansions floated around in my head. Since then I have modernized and eclectically diversified my personal style a plenty and it isn’t so Real Housewives of New Jersey-esque (thank God). But anyways, what the heck was I supposed to do with this small inner-city rancher, victim of the deflated real estate bubble that couldn’t find a qualified buyer anywhere in sight? In an effort to keep the home up my dad suggested “Son, why don’t you take over the house until we figure out what to do?” This sounded cool until I realized that instead of artistically dressing up my dream downtown studio, I now was challenged to make a 3 bedroom ole house feel like a new gal. Below is my new baby in all her naked oatmeal glory when I found her.
Over time I will reveal my decorating saga to make this place me, room by room. I might even ask you from some ideas….stay tuned!!