23/04/2026
Off the mood board
I grew up in a yurt.
No electricity. No running water. Nine of us - my parents, six brothers, and me - all in a circular structure on a commune in Washington State. Kerosene lamps for light. An outhouse. A camping cooler for a fridge.
It was amazing.
We ran wild. We learned from the land. We watched our parents work from dawn to dark for so little in return and do it anyway, with joy.
They're still farming. Still growing their own food. Still making things last. In their mid/late-70s and going strong.
I didn't realize until much later that this is exactly why I became the kind of designer I am. Much of the furniture I specify is American-made, built to last decades. My true joy: original pieces found through estate sales, auctions, and consignment shops.
Everything I source, every layer I add, every decision I make in a client's home comes from that perspective. Treating our earth well. Valuing craftsmanship. Honoring both the present and the past.
Some origin stories are obvious. Mine took me a while to see.
The full story is on the blog. Link in bio.
