Saturday, November 12, 2011
Last week, my grandmother mentioned that she saw my dream house on tv. I was instantly curious to hear how she would describe this house, the neighborhood, style of home... Had I talked about the big country house sitting in the middle of green or the brick townhouse in the city with hardwood floors throughout with modern touches? Maybe she remembered the pictures I drew of a rectangular house with a triangle roof? In a few sentences, my grandmother confidently describes a house on a beach dressed in all white furnishings. She holds up her hands and visually draws the glass doors leading to the sandy beach from the master bedroom. I could picture it...and could picture me in it! Short, sweet and spot on. Grandmother gets an A+. I love the beach. I appreciate the beach. I am grateful for the beach. The design of my studio and my personal style is inspired by all the beaches I have seen as well as the beaches I hope to see eventually (Hawaii). The colors- always creamy whites, crisp cool blues and various shades grays. The feeling: calm, cool and simple. As a child, my family took trips to Myrtle Beach in late October/early November. Yes, unlike most families-we wanted to avoid the crowds and never went to the beach in the summer (at least I don't remember). Mom and dad would take me out of school for the week and I would work on my homework throughout the trip. We rented a modest condo with a balcony right on the beach. I used to think that we rented the entire beach as it was completely empty. I have great memories of falling asleep with the windows open hearing the waves crash the beach. And ever since then, my love has never changed.