Hey guess what? It's Twos-day! You're about to get two bloggers for the price (ha) of one. Miss Maggie Rose (soon to be Mrs.-- best wishes, best wishes) is an interior designer and fellow Seattle denizen and blogger. We've had a couple of coffee dates, enough for me to know that she is just about the nicest. Anyhow, she's doing this cool energy efficient design challenge thingy, and one of the spaces covered therein is the ...

Yesterday I got really upset. Good and mad, and hurt. It was one of those times when someone says something that instantaneously causes every sensation to rush at you at all once: you neglect the process of breath, your heartbeat starts thundering rapid fire inside your cavernous chest, and the flush of red blood advances its way up from your neck to your face, and once there spreads downwards again and out to your limbs, ...

Today, biscouts, the spotlight is on a one Laura Collins, an interior decorator based out of Toronto, Canada whose work I took to like a pup to peanut butter. Lady Laura clearly has a skill for styling; her portfolio overflows with images of thoughtful arrangements: bound volumes bearing similarly hued spines are stacked according to size, with one ever so slightly ascue, as if to suggest their curator nary a moment dwelled upon the purposeful ...

One of my clients (the same one mentioned in yesterday's post) has recently had to redo her entire basement, resulting in her having to start from scratch in terms of storage arrangements. One area in particular poses an interesting challenge-- the space underneath the stairs. After giving it an initial look the other day, I knew further research into the topic would be required. Examples of the intersection of storage and stairways are robust, but ...

The story is this: I spent the weekend and a bit of Monday helping one of my clients tackle her basement belongings (more on this whole issue later, most likely). Take my word on this one: after you've sorted through 30+ boxes, gone through heap-loads of family memorabilia spanning generations, debated and contemplated, trashed and sorted and so on, you want nothing more than the resounding clicking into place of plastic lid onto bin. You ...