I mentioned last week that one of the most difficult things to do as a designer is to design for yourself. There is just so much pretty out there that I find I need to be very cognisant of my purchases so my own space doesn’t turn into a mash up of objects from eras of all kinds. While I admire the eclectic look and feel and know for certainty there is a time and a place for it, I have recently established that it’s just not for me. On the other hand, if there’s one thing I dislike to the umpteenth degree, it’s a space that has been so heavily curated that it feels as if its unlivable. Matchy-matchy, and over-done is never a good thing.
I’ve been on the lookout for a space that embodies everything that I envision for myself: a fine line between painstakingly predetermined and haphazardly thrown together. I feel confident when I say that this just might be it. Estee Stanley has done an impeccable job at transforming these rooms into a home. The combination of old and new, feminine and masculine, modern and rustic is no easy feat, and is one I strive for myself on the regular. This house, what with its glorious furnishings, arched entryways and other such architectural details, will from here on out be considered my muse.