Interior Designer

My mother and her father were antique dealers, so I grew up with a love and appreciation for beautiful things. As a child, I went everywhere with my mother – antique shops, flea markets, estate sales, and even auction houses, where I learned to always sit in the back so you can watch the other bidders. She loved the thrill of the hunt, of finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. Her finds also meant that our house was a revolving door of vintage decor. “Out with the old, in with the, eh, older” was her personal philosophy. We were always moving things around, taking furniture to be reupholstered, and breathing new life into old objects. The house was always evolving and, in turn, so was my designer’s education.