Last July, my bedroom felt like a literal sauna. The walls seemed to hold onto every bit of thick humidity from the 95 degree afternoon sun. I lay there on heavy polyester sheets, staring at the ceiling fan and wondering why I spent $3000 on a high end mattress that now felt like a heat…
Imagine walking into your room after a long ten hour shift on a rainy Tuesday in November. You expect a sanctuary but you find a cold space with one harsh overhead bulb and a thin grey blanket. Last winter, I spent three weeks staring at my white walls feeling like I lived in a hospital…
Last April, I walked into a client’s spare room that felt like a cold, gray box. The walls were a flat, dusty slate, and the light from the north-facing window made everything look blue and sad. My friend Sarah spent three thousand dollars on high-end furniture, yet she couldn’t stand being in there for more…