Do you remember your childhood bedroom? Mine had next to the bed a fuzzy cerulean rug shaped like a footprint. I still recall that pop of blue against the worn wood floor and how soft and cosy the rug felt on my bare feet first thing in the morning.

We remember those things—our childhood rug, the first set of bedding we bought on our own, our disastrous decision to paint our bedroom citrus yellow (surely that’s not just me?)—because our homes are synonymous with us. If I were the twee type, I’d say home is where the heart is. (Fortunately I’m not.)

That’s one reason I became an interior designer… after a variety of misadventures and lucky breaks I shan’t bore you with. Nor shall I go into the reasons I’ve since backed away from the profession. Though I still keep my hand in the business, working with a few select clients, I’ve decided to write about design instead.

If you’re looking for articles about the top 10 places to buy “Live Love Laugh” signage or how you can follow the latest “-core” trend, I’m not for you. If you want to look at and learn from some fabulous and downright frightening spaces, then I just might be. Ditto if you want to discover the truth behind the 70-20-10 rule, the differences between Art Nouveau and Art Deco, and why you should never be ashamed of the furnishings and decor you love. Unless it’s a “Live Love Laugh” sign. If you have one, please toss it.

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