Let’s start here, today. You may think me crazy (a post for a different day) but here’s a basic lesson in personalizing your space: GIVE IT A NAME. Go ahead, I dare you to see what happens. I don’t care if you live in your rusted out van – name it. You have a name. Your cat has a name, your state, etc…you want to engage in a healthy relationship with your environment? Name it.

Not your dream home you say? Take a number. I have had the tremendous privilege of living in some beautiful houses in my life. None of them were my ideal, for a variety of reasons. Currently I live in a 1950’s mid-century ranch. This is quintessentially my least favorite architectural style. I was raised in a dysfunctional family during the 1950’s and 60’s: mid-mod gives me the willies.

My personal style is traditional all the way. It is so not happening here. Nothing grates my one last nerve more than ignoring the architecture of a house and it’s vernacular when decorating. But there are ways to S T R E T C H these boundaries successfully.

My son found me this house on Craig’s list. I had exhausted the available options in a very limited market on a very limited budget. The seller was in the midst of flipping this house, but the essential basics were done. Unlike many of the houses I had seen it was live-able. I could move in and finish it over time. When I prayed and meditated on this option I clearly heard: “you are being placed.” Say what….?

Shortly after moving in I woke at first light to look out an eastern window. The gnarly old tree out front was crowded full of Cedar Waxwings looking in at me. I will never doubt this placement, nor the grace that brought me to Hawthorn Hill Cottage.

“The home should be the treasure chest of living.” – Le Corbusier