I come from a long line of Scandinavian carpenters and builders on my dad's side, and thank his Viking genes for my never give up, dig in and get it done, mentality and craftsmanship. My Mom, on the other hand, is the tastemaker, and I was fortunate enough to grow up surrounded by pretty things: wool flannel sofas, distressed leather chesterfields, framed Hermes scarves and Audubon prints, perfectly edited rooms and ever-changing floor plans. Mom always threw the best parties, wrapped the most gorgeous presents, cooked the most wonderful meals, and was (is) the best dressed, most beautiful woman in the room. She is my biggest role model. Most of what I know about good design, I learned living and breathing it.
|La classe non e' acqua.|
One of my fondest memories from early childhood is of visiting restaurant bathrooms. I was always so excited to see what surprise wallpaper, soaps, tissue boxes, lighting and mirrors were hidden in the "ladies lounge". (Fast forward twenty years, and boy was I surprised to find Turkish toilets in Italy and France!) (BTW, on my last trip to Italy, the public restrooms were to DIE for. I was so happy about this revelation on the part of Italian designers and architects....I promise to do a post someday...)
|Mozzarella Bar Bagno-Firenze|
Ever since third grade it had been my dream to become a designer. Never mind that it took me thirty-some years and careers in fashion to finally come full circle.
My path through San Francisco to study Art History...
|Mills College 1987|
|Olney Hall Suite '87|
...and straight to the love of my life.
|Lorenzo and I in Ostuni, Italia. 1989|
|July 7, 1996|
|Castiglion della Pescaia-2002|
|piccola b. children's clothing|
Landing my first paid interior design job...
|La Fornella-Paterno, Italy|
We had 17 wonderful years living LA DOLCE VITA in the hills of Tuscany.
But all good things come to an end. The economy started to tank in Italy, and we thought we would try Atlanta for a stab at The American Dream. That was mid-2006. Crap. Not a good time to move to the States. Or buy a house. Or start a new career. In a new country. Knowing NO ONE.
|Signature schiacciata con prosciutto e rucola.|
I finally found my calling, and my passion. I couldn't get enough of the hunt, the merchandising, the decorating and the selling. My business grew on my time, and at my own pace and I soon added design clients to the mix. Today, my work is primarily interior design. Thank you to all of you who have believed in my talent, and welcomed me into your homes. The very best part about doing what I do is getting to know my clients as friends. Thank you.
I am lucky.