Beauty Matters.

My antique mirror collection.

It was not until I could not leave my home that I realized how much beauty matters.​

Epilepsy stole my independence for nearly three years. I lost my driver’s license due to uncontrollable seizures. I was stuck. My home became my prison. 
Since I could rarely leave (the nearest gas station was five miles away and my doctor had forbidden me from riding a bike), I focused on turning my home into a sanctuary. 
Friends and family came to my rescue and tolerated my requests to stop at thrift stores, craft shows, boutiques, antique shops, and estate sales. My husband even indulged me by letting me stop along the highway if a piece of furniture happened to be abandoned there.

I hunted for inspiration everywhere. And I found it.

​I now love my home.

I have transformed it into a sanctuary. I have filled it with things that I love: old books, mirrors, candlesticks, and tufted furniture. I have inherited collections of dishes and figurines, and I Have made a place for them.
My home sings the song of my family, of our history. I hear my great grandmother sing “Turkey in the Straw” when I open her jewelry box. I can smell my grandpa in his old pipe. And the elephant figurines I inherited from my Grandma Fern sit out on display where they remind me daily to keep my head up. (Elephants with their trunks up were lucky, Grandma said.)

I found a way to honor my family’s history through the beauty of my home, incorporating old with new, familiar with strange. I threw in dashes of bright color and a few rescued furniture pieces, and the result is a symphony of sights.

I want to help others achieve that feeling, to bring joy and peace through beautiful spaces filled with light and energy and meaning.

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