As a teenager, my bedroom walls had numerous scuff marks and even more holes from my obsession with moving the furniture around my room. One day, my daddy patiently brought me a sheet of graph paper, a tape measure, and his worn high school T-square and taught me how to lay out a floor plan and cut out drawn-to-scale blocks of every piece of furniture in my room. My passion for interior design was born that day. 

More than twenty years later, I finally completed a long journey to earn a degree in Interior Design. After working in the field for years, it would take several more years of long work days to qualify and pass the National Certified Interior Design Qualification Exam. 

My biggest lesson during my professional years working in hospitality and high-end design is that it doesn’t matter how much money you spend on a house’s decor if it fails to nurture those who call it home. Second, professional success is worthless if you are expected to choose between your career and your family. 

And that is how this blog was born.