I hate decorating. I hate picking paint colors, buying furniture, choosing fabrics (ha – I don’t actually know what one would do with fabrics but this seems to be a thing with interior people), and having too many….erm…decorative objects makes me break out in hives. “TOO MANY THINGS TO DUST!” said my mother once and yes. AGREED.
Couple my….lack of passion for the topic with the very real fact that I am Not Very Good At This and you end up with a house full of Stuff That Does Not Go, coupled with a few large pieces of Stuff That Doesn’t Fit, usually co-located with at least one Piece From a Wishful Thinking Phase, and rounded out nicely with Stuff I Had in College.
Happily, I also have…an A. (You may remember her from here: Am I Too Old or Too Short For These Jeans?)
My dear friend A is one of those magical creatures who seems to need no sleep, has boundless energy, and can see 3-D scale models in her head of any room she designs. She’s the kind of friend who, on a Friday night, if you happen to say, “I wonder if I should move the couch over he–” is already on her feet, moving the couch, chair, bookshelf, and swapping out the rug for one she happens to remember seeing once in your basement. And somehow…despite no shortage of initial arguing (usually by me)….it always looks a million times better when A is done.
She’s like a fairy godmother of home design.
No, scratch that. She’s like the…..Energizer Bunny of home design. A fairy godmother would just wave a magic wand and POOF. Done. She wouldn’t text you at odd hours of the night telling you that she found THE EXACT NIGHTSTAND for your bedroom and oh-by-the-way 5 new lighting fixtures were added to the Pinterest board she created for your playroom and when you (finally) log on to Pinterest to look…you realize that she’s also created Pinterest boards for alllll of your friends who she is also simultaneously helping. With all of their rooms. In all of their houses.
(If you guys want to follow A on Pinterest, you are in for a treat. She finds killer stuff. )
But one of the many reasons I love A so dearly, is not for her mad home design skills. It’s for her general outlook on life, her ability to…shine, so brightly -even through all of life’s shit (and she has more than her fair share), yet somehow expand that glow to everyone around her. She’s the kind of girl who truly lights up a room, and the whole world is better because A is in it.
One of A’s pet projects lately is helping Mike and I finish our renovations. This has involved many bottles of wine, Pinterest board after Pinterest board, and, when I’m being more stubborn than usual……A’s shenanigans. She’s held one-act plays in my living room over coffee tables, written an Ode To My Powder Room, and…..the weekly emails. Which are actually my favorite part.
Almost every week, A has started writing letters about whatever topic we’ve been discussing, filled with all kinds of fun home decor inspiration, but also a little dose of real life. Of her. Of her indefatigable optimism, her charm, her East-Coast, Philly-girl nonsense.
I’ve been getting so much joy out of these letters that I asked A if I could share them with you.