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09/16/2026

If these walls could talk 🫣 I cannot tell you how many times I blasted Purple Rain as a kid in this house. Singing with Prince at the top of my lungs with a fake microphone. That cassette along with Madonna’s Like A Virgin played on repeat within these walls.

Here’s a little before and after progress report. If you look closely on the 3rd frame of the after, you might spy a glimpse of something new hanging on the wall.

Speaking of, 1950s drywall is sooooooo much stronger than the drywall of today. It takes some serious oooomph to drive an anchor through it.

And yes, one of these days I’ll be up there long enough to paint, finish the fireplace, and install the wood paneling. All in good time my friend. Keep following along as I continue to slowly but surely transform my childhood home.


home renovation, mid-century modern house, MCM decor, vintage decor, interior design

08/26/2026

Forever a collector of the next nice thing ✨ I started vintage shopping at the local St. Vinnie’s down the street from my childhood home. Every time I walked in there was something new. Something different. I may go on a bender. Many times I take a pause, but mark my works, I’ll never stop buying vintage decor that brings me joy.

Is it possible for a corner to have too much shazam? Might have to ditch the melted disco ball to tone it down. It’s fee...
08/24/2026

Is it possible for a corner to have too much shazam? Might have to ditch the melted disco ball to tone it down. It’s feeling a bit aggressive but had to share it immediately. I saw this lamp last May at Dial M For Modern and haven’t been able to get it outta my mind. I DMd Tim last week in a total Hail Mary thinking there’s no way he’d still have it…but guess what?!?! He did! So do you like it on the fireplace? In lampapolooza by the records? Or another place?

Instagram had already decided white kitchens were ā€œoutā€ when I designed mine in 2019. I did it anyway.The old kitchen ha...
08/17/2026

Instagram had already decided white kitchens were ā€œoutā€ when I designed mine in 2019. I did it anyway.

The old kitchen had been given the classic pre-sale flip treatment: bad tile, pitted granite and a dated island. Lipstick. Pig.

I didn’t gut the room. We kept the cabinetry. We didn’t move the plumbing. Instead, I put the money where I thought it would make the biggest impact: the stone.

Eight slabs later, the island became my shazam showstopper.

And that’s really why I still love this kitchen almost seven years later. I never asked every part of it to be interesting. The white cabinets are allowed to disappear. The island gets to be the drama.

A white kitchen wasn’t suddenly ugly because it stopped trending. It just stopped being new.

Those are two very different things.

Trends are information. They are not instructions.

And yes, I really did drive six hours for the antique pantry door. Obviously.

08/14/2026

A little progress report on my childhood home aka Devi-Bara. The goal is to transform it into a yacht rock fever dream. On the to-do list: strip the remaining paint off the brick (just thinking about it crushes my soul), paint the walls (white of course), hang the art, install wood paneling, and dream up something kitschy for ā€œThe Bunkerā€ šŸ–¤

You asked where I buy my lamps and lighting, well, strap in for Episode 3 of ā€œWHERE THE HELL DID YOU FIND THAT?ā€ Apparen...
08/13/2026

You asked where I buy my lamps and lighting, well, strap in for Episode 3 of ā€œWHERE THE HELL DID YOU FIND THAT?ā€ Apparently I’ve spent the last decade quietly building an electrical freak show. Like art, this will be a multi-parter.

I’m not gatekeeping the sources, but fair warning: a lot of these are vintage, rare, one-of-a-kind, or things I stumbled across after years of looking. This is not a ā€œcomment LAMP and I’ll DM you 17 affiliate linksā€ situation. šŸ˜‚

Slide 1: The cream lamp is Kelly Wearstler for Visual Comfort & Co.. I won it in a raffle at Design Influencers Conference and the gasp I gusped when they called my name.

Slide 2: My 1975 George Kovacs umbrella lamp came from Carefully Picked. The original cloth shades on these bad boys rarely survived, so it lives on a smart switch because I’m afraid to breathe on it wrong…also why the shade is wonky. The globe chandelier was purchased from West Elm but sadly they discontinued.

Slide 3: The giant wall sconce is from and was my One Room Challenge showstopper. The glowing polyurethane light sculpture on the floor came from Jon D Marquis and created by Kyle Joseph. Subtle? Never heard of her.

Slide 4: My Rudi Stern for George Kovacs ā€œLet There Be Neonā€ lamp was a FB Marketplace find that sat in my vintage shop. Nobody bought it and this diva donated it back to herself. The George Kovacs lollipop lamp was also found on FB Marketplace.

Slide 5: Welcome to the Lampapalooza corner. The Flare floor lamp is from Hudson Valley Lighting, the globe lamp was a vintage-shop-window brake-slamming situation, and yes, there are even more lamps lurking in the background because the limit does not exist.

Slide 6: The hanging lamp is from and I got absolutely seduced by the pleats that rope cord. The Artemide orb on the floor was an estate sale find, and I spend every evening telling my son and dog not to destroy it while they conduct a WWE match six inches away.

Slide 7: And this is the view of the Rudi Stern pink neon light from outside when someone forgets to turn it off. Nothing says tasteful suburban home quite like Amityville Horror murder-window chic.

CONTINUE IN COMMENTS…

There is freedom in realizing that ā€œnot for everyoneā€ is not an insult.Every time I post Be Confident in Your Own Bad Ta...
08/09/2026

There is freedom in realizing that ā€œnot for everyoneā€ is not an insult.

Every time I post Be Confident in Your Own Bad Taste, someone kindly tells me:

ā€œBut your taste isn’t bad!ā€

And I appreciate the compliment, but that is not really the point. Someone, somewhere thinks my taste is bad. Someone thinks the rooms are too bold.

šŸ’¬ Too retro.
šŸ’¬ Too colorful.
šŸ’¬ Too cluttered.
šŸ’¬ Too weird.
šŸ’¬ Too glam.
šŸ’¬ Too much.

Some of my vintage decor gives weird kid from camp energy.
I am šŸ’Æ comfortable with that.

Taste is personal. A traditional-design lover may never understand the giant face on the wall (it startled my neighbor when he first saw it), the ā€œBarbie boobā€ chair, the naked-lady corner, or why there appears to be an animal lurking in every room.

A follower recently told me her oldest sister always makes negative comments about her art.

Her response? ā€œThat tells me my choices are exactly right.ā€

I loved that comment!

Not because we should decorate our homes purely to irritate our relatives, although sometimes when the opportunity presents itself…well… šŸ˜‚

Seriously though, someone else’s discomfort is not a veto. Their reaction is information. It is not instruction to change.

Your home does not have to appeal to every visitor, editor, neighbor, sibling, or stranger on the internet. It should reveal something about the person who lives there.

Your history.
Your humor.
Your obsessions.
Your memories.
Your strange little version of beautiful.

Universal approval is not the goal.

Your home does not need to be loved by all. It needs to be unmistakably yours.

So, be confident in your own ā€œbadā€ taste šŸ–¤ I mean that in the kindest, most loving way.

So, what is the piece in your home that receives the most side-eye? Inquiring minds want to know.

Most people don’t miss out on special pieces because they don’t love them. They miss out because they can’t immediately ...
08/03/2026

Most people don’t miss out on special pieces because they don’t love them. They miss out because they can’t immediately justify them. Buying furniture and decor is different than a new sweater or pair of jeans.

I first saw this giant linen phonograph sculpture at High Point Market and fell hard.

And I wasn’t the only one. Designers loved it. People stopped to stare at it. Everyone agreed it was incredible, but no one bought it.

The day I finally broke down and claimed it, the vultures started circling. Suddenly, the piece no one could justify had an audience. (Isn’t that how it always goes?)

That day I went full feral raccoon: Back off. I found the treasure first. The SOLD sticker couldn’t be slapped on that bad boy fast enough.

Here’s the thing. I try my best to have a specific place in mind when I purchase something new for the house, but every once in a while, a rare gem comes along, and it’s a must-have.

I think we’ve been trained to believe every purchase needs an immediate plan. It has to match. It has to fit perfectly. It has to make sense.

But some of the best pieces in a home begin with nothing more logical than, ā€œI cannot stop thinking about it.ā€

Those are often the pieces that give a room its personality. The thing people remember.

So when someone asks me, ā€œWhere are you going to put that?ā€ and I don’t have the answer, my response will always be, ā€œDon’t worry. I’ll figure it out.ā€

Sometimes the right piece shows up before the right place does. Don’t miss out on that something special. Buy the treasure. Trust that the room will catch up.

What is the most impractical thing you bought simply because you loved it?

07/29/2026

I like to weird people ā€œinā€ as much as I like to weird people ā€œout.ā€ For some, my decor energy can give that weird kid from camp energy. So if you visit my house and this is the conversation, I know we will immediately become best friends and play the equivalent of an ā€œI Spyā€ book for hours.

A major magazine once passed on featuring my home because it was ā€œtoo edgy.ā€I translated that into:Tone it down.Make it ...
07/28/2026

A major magazine once passed on featuring my home because it was ā€œtoo edgy.ā€

I translated that into:

Tone it down.
Make it prettier. Make it safer.
Make it look more like the homes they already publish.

I spent years trying to fit into rooms, jobs, clothes, friend groups, and versions of myself that were easier for others to approve of.

I wasn’t happy, so I stopped doing that.

Bring on the crazy wallpaper, weird art, naked lady portraits, strange chairs, and the flea-market animals.

All the things people called ā€œtoo much.ā€

Too much was not a mistake. It was the point.

I was not passed over because I lacked a point of view. I was passed over because I had one.

There is freedom in realizing that ā€œnot for everyoneā€ is not the same as ā€œwrong.ā€

I am no longer decorating for a hypothetical editor, resale value, future buyers, or the woman in the comments who desperately needs every room to calm down.

Not everyone will get it.

Be confident in your own bad taste.

What did someone try to talk you out of that you still love? Tell me in the comments. Did you do it anyways? If not, do you regret it?

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