I can still remember vividly drawing out floor plans, while spread out on the living room floor as a child. The books I read at the time were so in depth with their descriptions. From the characters themselves to the homes they lived in, my mind swooned with imagination. Mom would give me a stack of paper and a pencil and I would spend hours drawing out each room. Our living room had the best natural light in the house and it was also the most quiet. Seems like every house in the seventies and eighties had a separate living room space that was only used for special occasions. Also, ours had cozy, light blue carpet and wallpaper with gold trees. The room was magical to me.
It was a natural fit to study design, so that’s what I pursued in college. To be real though, I was a little late with that realization, so my bachelors degree in interior design, came in my late twenties. After graduating, I married my longtime sweetheart and moved to the beach. While there, I opened A Keen Design. (Keen was my maiden name) It was exciting to work with clients to help them find their style and make their homes reflect more of who they were. But after a few years of running my own business, I decided to close the doors.
Fast forward the clock ten years and I’m happily thriving with my husband on the other side of the state, with my mom one block away and my baby sister two miles away. I have some of the best friends and know that I’m blessed. I try my best not to ever take them for granted. What I do struggle with is not doing as much design work here. I have clients occasionally that I do some work for, and when that happens, there’s a light that feeds my soul. Recently, I had a return client who asked me to renovate his master bedroom. I had the reveal yesterday. There’s not much that compares to the feeling of making someone happy, and yesterday, my client was really happy. I’ve had permagrin since. So thank you to those of you that trust me to find your vision. It fills my cup.