09/22/2026
Today I found an old bookmark tucked inside one of my books, and for some reason it stopped me.
It felt like one of those tiny things that finds you at exactly the right time.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want this next chapter to look like. About sharing more. About slowing down. About creating in a way that still feels like me.
Someone recently asked if I would teach design on my YouTube channel, and I’ve been turning that over in my mind.
The truth is, I’ve never really known how to explain what I do.
Yes, there are principles. There is balance and scale and proportion. There are things you learn over time. But so much of design, for me, has always been something I feel before I can explain it.
I know when a room feels settled.
I know when something is missing.
I know when something beautiful is almost too perfect and needs a little age, a little imperfection, a little soul.
And I think that is the part I’m hesitant to call “teaching.”
I don’t want to stand here and tell anyone there is one right way to make a home beautiful.
I would rather encourage you to notice what you are drawn to. To trust what makes you linger. To pay attention to the pieces that mean something to you. To make a home that feels like yours, not one that simply follows the rules.
Maybe that is what I can share here.
Not lessons, exactly.
Just a lifetime of noticing.
And today, finding that little bookmark tucked away in an old book felt like a quiet reminder that some of the most important things we know are not always the things we can easily put into words.
Sometimes you just feel them.
And perhaps that is enough