broken and beautiful

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The holidays make me pensive – do they do the same for you?

If you know me or have read some of my posts, you probably know that my grandmother had a huge influence on me.  Even though she passed away many years ago, I think of her daily and she continues to inspire me.  I loved her philosophy on life – she lived life to its absolute fullest all the way to the very end, despite being a bit broken due to some key losses: the love of her life, the majority of her vision, but never her passion for living.  I remember looking at her in awe of her incredible beauty both inside and out – well into her 90s she had gorgeous skin that seemed to be backlit, but that may also have been due to her beaming smile and great laugh.

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I have a fascination with the elderly and their wise ways.  I have related to people much older than I am since I was a young child – I suppose I am an old soul.  I cherish the little tidbits of wisdom that have been passed on to me over the years – wise ones with a lifetime’s worth of experience who could quickly and effortlessly spew out one-liners that would have taken me years to learn on my own.  Now don’t get me wrong…  I didn’t always take this sage advice, but the time spent was always wonderful, and of course looking back now I often wish I had.  Yet at the same time, I realize that if I hadn’t made the mistakes I’ve made over the years, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

I’ve been thinking too about how, really, we are all a bit broken, aren’t we?  We all have our issues, our quirks, and characteristics that make us unique.  We have all had failures with successes, down times with good, cried both tears of joy and sorrow.  But being broken – it really can be quite beautiful, I think.  Because it’s what you make of those fault lines, it’s how you recover, it’s how you see yourself when the dust settles.

Naturally, I have to relate this back to my career and to art – my passions.  The very wise Japanese have a practice called Kintsugi, which dates back to the late 15th century.  This is the art of fixing broken pottery with a lacquer resin that is mixed with gold, silver or platinum.  The repair of the broken object thus becomes a highlight, and actually makes it more beautiful than it was before, as opposed to something that needed to be disguised.  I think this is such a beautiful message and certainly one we don’t hear enough – that perfection, something that seems to be asked of us on a daily basis, is not what’s necessary and actually just the OPPOSITE is what’s lovely.  Seeing someone for their true brokenness, which they proudly highlight in gold, silver, and platinum… what could be more beautiful than that?

I hope that you will take a moment to embrace your own faultlines and those of the people around you who matter most.  Share some of your wisdom with others and listen carefully to the experiences shared by loved ones this Thanksgiving.  You may just see that there are many beautiful lines of gold, silver and platinum.



Life(styles) of the (not so) Rich & Famous

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I often wonder what it would be like to be uber rich and have multiple homes.  So, say, a house at the beach, a house in the mountains, a city loft, and a country getaway so that I could fulfill each of my design dreams.  It’s not so much fulfilling the rich part.  It’s just that I can’t seem to jam all of my design styles comfortably into one house any more.  Sigh.  Would you like to join in my daydream?

Let’s start with the house at the beach (and I am quickly learning that this is going to be a multi-part series).  I want to start here because today the temperature dropped significantly and it was the first day of the season that I actually pulled out my Marmot coat, the one that essentially doubles as a giant sleeping bag.  Yes, I am officially a Southern fried wimp now when it comes to weather.  And not ashamed to admit it, really…  So I’ll start with the beach house because in my mind this morning as I was walking Waylon & Dottie, I was envisioning myself on a beach, soaking up lots of vitamin D, warm and bronzed and clapping for my pool boy, Pedro, who brings me pina coladas – wait wait wait, sorry TMI… Okay, let’s get down to the task at hand here.

I grew up spending summers on the water in one way or another, whether it was skipping rocks across Lake Erie or playing endlessly in the sand in Hilton Head, SC.  While the two areas are geographically very different, I can envision a beach house with many of the same necessities:

First, it wouldn’t need to be that big, it would just need to be the kind of place where you can sit down in a wet bathing suit, set a drink on the table without worrying, track sand throughout the house and clean it up easily, and throw a meal for the whole crew on the grill out back.  You know the place I envision, right?  Okay, so maybe a feeeewww more bells and whistles than the average beach shack…

Let me also say, and I know that I’ve said this before, that there is nothing – NOTHING – I detest more than an overdone theme, especially a poorly done one at that.  Often a coastal design gone wrong is the image du jour when you’re trolling for beach rentals.  It’s as though the turquoise aisle at Michael’s had a vicious throwdown with the fake buoys from Marshall’s and neither one of them came out a winner.  Everyone loses in that fight, and it’s ugly.  Oof.  Let’s avoid that at all costs, shall we?

Here’s what I see on the exterior (oh the options are endless, but here are some of my favorites):


Once inside, of course I would want my beach house to evoke images of the sea, but in more subtle, cool ways, maybe like this:


There would HAVE to be a fabulous kitchen – to me, the heart of the home and where people inevitably end up hanging out.  How about these:

Let’s mingle over to the living room, shall we?  I need to put my feet up after cooking you that delightful meal (actually, it tasted more difficult to make than it really was, but I won’t tell you my secret)…


And let’s not forget our outdoor space.  You all know the beauty of the ocean/pool/lake/etc. – I don’t need to show you those images.  But what about after a long day in the sun, or if you’ve just taken a dip and need a quick rinse before heading back inside?  I’d say an outdoor shower is a must, wouldn’t you?


The perfect little powder room for guests can add a lot of character.  Here are some I like:


And at the end of the day, it’s time to retire to a fabulous bedroom with coastal style – perhaps one of these will do?

And of course while you are at your dream beach cottage, you need to make sure that you have the perfect staples – a sturdy bag that functions not only as a beach bag but also one you can take into town for a quick shopping trip (and there will be those).  Comfy shoes (but most of the time none), a wrap for when the evenings are cooler and breezy, great-smelling moisturizer, a few good books, and lots of healthy treats to keep that beach body fit.  You can splurge when you’re wearing big fat sweaters and jackets at your cabin retreat, but sister, now ain’t the time.  Have an apple.  That celery stalk looks delightful.

When is that trip to the cabin?  I’m starving.

I hope you’ve enjoyed some of my dreamy coastal house visions – what do yours look like???  Will you please share?




love this take on the original photo, courtesy of UMass.

love this take on the original photo, courtesy of UMass.

When I was born, my clever parents put out a sweet little birth announcement with a drawing of a house under construction with a line underneath that simply read: “We’ve added another Storey.”  Simple, brilliant, foreshadowing?  Perhaps all of the above, but either way, it was perfect.  And perfectly fitting for me.

does any kid still play with these? photo courtesy of google images

does any kid still play with these? photo courtesy of google images

Throughout my life, I have been building upon seemingly everything – life lessons, what I’ve learned in school, friendships, right down to my collection of recipes and developing a stack of one wooden block, then another, then another when I was just a wee child. It’s all been about building up my foundation of knowledge, my tools, resources, connections, and most importantly, my relationships.

still haunts me. courtesy  of union films

still haunts me. courtesy of union films

I think back to when I was in sixth grade.  For some reason, I always seem to go back to that year, that dreadful year.  I was this height – 5’8″ – the tallest in my class, and 12 years old.  I had a mullet, and it was permed (thanks, Mom).  As I recall, I really liked to rock this red Lacoste shirt that was also often seen on the family Labrador Retriever, Ginger, who was also my best friend and confidante.  It wasn’t my best year.  But for some reason, it was that year, the year that I felt the most left out – the tall, awkward girl with the mullet who was most likely to get hit with the dodge ball – THAT was the year that I started to pull it together for myself.  THAT was the first year that in my head, I knew I realized the importance of building relationships.

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my sweet parents

I had forever been witness to this concept being around my parents.  They had (and still have, after 50 years of marriage) a wonderful relationship not only with each other, but also with their circle of friends, with whom they would get together constantly.  This has not changed a bit to this day, and I attribute their active social life to their health and vitality.  But when I was a kid, they always pulled me into the fold.  I was never excluded, and it was always fun to come downstairs on one of their infamous bridge games and see what stories were being told.  Laughter always filled the air.  Lots of relationship building was surely going on.  I am so thankful that they included me all those nights…  That they didn’t send me off to a sitter or ask me to stay in my room.  Rather, they wanted me to be a part of adult conversation and learn what it meant to be off my game a little and around people who I didn’t know what in what in the world I could possibly have anything in common with.  But I did, and it was always fun.  To this day, I love to talk to people with whom I have nothing in common, and I love making new, random friends. Do you?

courtesy of shutterstock

courtesy of shutterstock

But I digress. This blog all kind of came about because I have been working really hard with one of my clients to choose a contractor.  That process has been a long one, and it’s been very much about relationship-building and trust.  Certainly, the person you hire to do any sort of work, and in this case, to essentially completely remodel your entire house, had better be someone you trust.  The problem was, my clients were out-of-state, so I was here on-site to build the relationships and find the best fit for the job.

This is where sixth grade comes in.

Because you see, I spent weeks and weeks and weeks getting to know these contractors.  Building relationships with these people.  Learning their trade, their skills, their strengths and weaknesses, what makes them tick.  But most importantly, I developed emotional relationships with them too.  I mean hey – when there’s laughter involved, and in life, you have to laugh, that means emotion…  So then it came time to choose.  So then it was ME holding the dodge ball.  And I was sitting there saying “but, WAIT! I’m the awkward girl with the permed mullet, and you want ME to throw this thing?”  Yes, Marina.  You’re a big kid now.  It’s time to move into the business world.  Throw the darn ball.

And here’s where we cue Julio Iglesias’ “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before.” (sorry, it just seems fitting, just not the girl part. okay, maybe I just needed an excuse to throw in this song. ah, Julio.)

I ended up having a really funny conversation with my client during the decision-making process about how I don’t believe in burning bridges.  He laughed when I told him that I was still friends with my ex-husband and that even an old boyfriend (or two) was at our wedding, so that it was inconceivable to me to think that we couldn’t get through this process without everyone landing on their feet with a smile.  I know there are a lot of people in the world who believe in the “you’re dead to me” philosophy – once a relationship is over, you sever the tie and never speak again, but that’s not me.  I think we cross paths for a reason.  Call me crazy… So I took this contractor experience as a definite learning lesson, and without a doubt, my relationship bank is richer and fuller because of it.

So…  I am in a place of building.  Building my business, building my resources, always building my knowledge bank (it will never, ever be full), building some houses (or remodeling), and most definitely, lovingly, and happily, building all kinds of relationships. I wish you much joy and success in your own building process.



stepping stones

Life is like a series of stepping stones.

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Throughout one’s life, a path develops. Sometimes the journey along the path is a beautiful one, and the surroundings are picturesque and the leap from one stone to the next is manageable, almost effortless. You can hum along without even looking down at your feet. At other times, the path is lonely and dark. The stones may grow farther apart, and it may seem as though the leap from one to the next is darn near impossible. But it’s ultimately your journey, and your decision whether or not to keep going.

I have found this metaphor to be true on many levels in my life, and certainly in owning my own business. There have been times when my client base was non-existent and all I had was the support of a few friends and family members who continued to believe in me, even at times when my belief in myself started to wane. But somehow, the stepping stones, as far from one another as they seemed, all managed to connect. I just had to find my footing.

So here I am now – Serene is the little engine that could! I am busy, I am productive, I am happy, and I am proud as a woman entrepreneur. I have great clients who are an absolute pleasure to work with and for. And there is so much more on the horizon.

One area where I have struggled, however, is in presenting my progress. At times in my life, and maybe you can relate to this, I have felt as though I am perpetually in a state of “before” photos. Or “during” shots. Not a whole lot of “before” and corresponding “afters.” MY LIFE IS A WORK IN PROGRESS AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT. Phew, okay. I feel better now. See? One more stepping stone. In all seriousness though – I have been in the middle of several big projects, all of which I am excited about, but none of which were anywhere near complete. Nothing but a bunch of befores. And what could be interesting about that? But I had to remind myself that life is about the process, the journey – the experience. When you get to the end, it’s over.

So, my point here is this (yes, I do have one). I have lots to show you! I am working on some really cool projects right now and I forget that works-in-progress can still be interesting to some (right?). :-) I want to be better about sharing my journey because that, to me, is way more important than posts about the latest trends in faucets. All. Day. Long. AlllTHOUGH – speaking of faucets… just kidding.

Whatever your journey, no matter how close or far apart your stepping stones, and no matter how many “before” photos you have without the corresponding “after” shots, you’ll always have a friend/audience/comrade in me.


*stepping stone images all courtesy of google

the deception of perception

pərˈsepSHən/, noun; the ability to see, hear, or become aware of something through the senses; a way of regarding, understanding, or interpreting something; a mental impression.

At one time or another, we all judge or perceive certain things to be true.  It’s inevitable.  Much as we might try to avoid it, it’s difficult not to.  Sometimes we’re right on the money, sometimes we are painfully wrong – but each time we have formed an opinion.  It’s just the way we humans function.

did someone say sale?

did someone say sale?

I think of the times that I’ve gotten into a discussion or an argument with someone where they’ve said to me “well, that’s just your perception.”  Clearly there is a strong difference of opinion at hand and the “mental impressions” that each person has formed in his or her mind are differing for one reason or another.  I have learned that in this life, people can form very strong opinions about anything and everything – topics minute and seemingly inconsequential to some may be HUGELY significant and important to others.

Take, for example, the fabric selection for a new sofa.  This is something that I deal with on a pretty regular basis with some of my clients.  While to some folks it may be such a minor decision that they almost don’t even care to make it, to others it is a pain-staking process to choose the right fabric, one that takes hours, days, sometimes weeks to perfect.  Some might perceive that person as, well, a little nutso.

choose this sofa and i might kill myself.

choose this sofa and i might kill myself.

And in the past, I would have been all over that.  But I have come to understand that there are all types of reasons why people go through the decision making process the way that they do…  Some don’t care because they have jobs where they are forced to make major decisions all day long and they just want someone else to make the decision for them.  I get that.  As for the pain-staking choice makers, those people often haven’t had the opportunity to get it right in the past.  Maybe this is their first major furniture and/or financial purchase.  Maybe they’ve made a poor choice in the past and they want to be extra-involved this go-around to make sure everything is “just so.”  (I’ve had several folks who made poor fabric choices on previous custom sofa orders and never forgave themselves!  One chose velvet that she thought she was going to love, but found that it was like velcro for lint.  Now she knows never to choose it again, and she and her husband both are very involved and opinionated when it comes to textiles, which I love). Maybe they’re just really picky!  Who knows.  Either way, it’s not my job to judge, it’s simply my job to help facilitate the decision-making process.

man: honey, this is huge!  woman: that tiny little thing?

man: honey, this is huge!
woman: that tiny little thing?

Another instance where you might commonly experience perception is when you’re out shopping – so the perceived value of an item.  When it comes to home goods, often times we can perceive something to be valuable when in reality, it’s far from it.  Say for example, you’re shopping for a new upholstered chair.  Just because something has a LARGE price tag doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s the best quality and vice versa.  Retailers all have markups that are determined based on several different factors, including the base cost from the manufacturer, other retailers either in the area or online selling similar goods, transportation costs, customer base, sales volume, etc.

So let’s say you see a chair you fall in love with and it’s retail price is $2999.  You also see another chair that you also love but it’s only $499.  Right away, you are inclined to think that the more expensive chair is better because it costs more.

who costs more? me?

who costs more? me?

am I more expensive?

am I more expensive?

However, as someone who has been to many furniture factories and seen first-hand the build process, I can attest to the fact that there are well-made lines at every price point.

who's making your chair? THIS guy.

who’s making your chair? THIS guy.

Do your research when it comes to furniture shopping, ask questions about construction, and don’t rush the purchase.  In my experience, there are things that are worth splurging on (a good, solid, nicely made piece of furniture that will last and can be recovered later if necessary), while others are best found while embracing your inner Maxxinista.  No need to completely break the bank or put yourself into heart failure when the credit card statements start to roll in.

One last note about perception, and the deception of perception.  Sometimes you can perceive a situation to be what’s best for you.  On the exterior, it may look lovely, it may seem like it’s perfect.  But if it doesn’t feel right, trust your intuition, listen to your gut, and run like the wind.  That certainly doesn’t always apply, and I don’t usually subscribe to this philosophy as a general practice (aka “meh, I give up).  Situations need to be looked at from every angle and decisions needn’t be rash.  But typically when you know, you KNOW.  So go with your gut, back it up with some homework, and make the best choice for you.

beat it!

beat it!


Much love, and so happy to be back.  Thank you for beckoning me!



props to E Bea Photography

props to E Bea Photography



the (not always so) sweet sound of silence


We live in an era of perpetual sound and noise.  It is all around us.  Difficult to escape.  Whether you live in the heart of a booming metropolis or out in the far reaches of the wilderness, sound is always making itself known.  However, there are times in one’s life when the absence of noise, the lack of words or sound of what’s common, usual, or expected – that can be monumental, deafening, and statement-making.

WordPress has a weekly writing challenge, and this week they’ve asked bloggers to ponder the concept of silence (read more here).  Seeing as though I am someone who occasionally likes to sit quietly, meditate, and be alone, I have an appreciation of silence.  However, I also have a deep fear of it, so I can see both sides.  I am so ready to take on this challenge as someone who struggles with this one time luxury, one time curse.

I can easily think of three examples where silence has been relevant and present.

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1. An instance of silence as pure joy.  The other day is a great example.  I celebrated my 40th birthday, and my best friend said she had a day of surprises scheduled for me.  She picked me up that morning and allowed me to be simply a passenger – someone simply along for the ride as she guided me through what she knew to be my most perfect day of events.  She even played my favorite music in the car in the morning.  After a long day of what seemed to be almost too many good things – too many treats for one person, I sat back in the front seat of her car more relaxed and happy than I had felt in a very long time.  I didn’t realize how much I had needed that day.  A day of simple joys, of being a passenger.  And at the end of it all, of just silence.  We did not need to recap or laugh or talk about the rest of the upcoming week or have any other trite conversation (or more profound, as we are prone to do).  We are close enough to be comfortable in our silence, and I cherish that about our friendship.  It made the end of our day together so joyful.


my final choice, robert rauchenberg’s “bed.” courtesy of MoMA

2. An instance of silence as genius.  I went to college in NYC.  I was an art history major, and I had one professor who I really idolized, although she was a slave-driver and pushed her students incredibly hard.  She had us write a thesis and I was really struggling with it.  I had no focus.  I didn’t know which artist to write about, which work to settle on, I was a mess.  I wanted it to be perfect for her because I wanted – oh lawd, who the heck knows what I wanted – I was just being a big perfectionist spaz as usual.  So time was wasting and as I had been known to do, I let it go down to the wire.  But I knew what needed to be done, and I went to the Museum of Modern Art.  I sat there for hours and hours in silence.  No headphones, no conversation with a friend or stranger.  I tuned out the visitors around me, milling around, looking at the works of Cezanne, Avedon, Pollack.  And in my silence, it hit me.  My silence helped me to figure it all out, to select the artist, work and concept, and essentially write my paper in my head.  It was a “genius” moment.  Haven’t we all had moments like these?  Going from stoopified to feeling brilliant, fingers unable to move quickly enough, the thoughts are flowing so freely?  I owe that one to vigilant silence.

hospital beds RunPhoto

courtesy of RunPhoto

3. An instance of silence as pure relief.  Last fall, I ended up in the emergency room unexpectedly.  I was alone, exhausted, and all I wanted to do was get home and crawl into the warm, cozy safety of my own bed.  I was laying on a gurney with a thin white blanket over me, trying to rest, and when I opened my eyes, my boyfriend was there.  He had been away on business all week and I really wasn’t expecting to see his face, but when I did, an incredible feeling of relief washed over my entire body.  Kind of like when you are a kid and you fall and skin your knee and you don’t really start crying hard until you see the look on someone ELSE’s face recognizing that it was a bad tumble, and mom is there to make everything better.  That look: that all-knowing look that two people can share without words, simply in pure silence, but rather with the reassurance of a tender smile and warm hand – that is such powerful silence that cannot be replaced.  No ER nurse could provide that feeling in his absence,  and never before have I been so thankful for the gift of silence that night.

So these days, in this era high technology, of sitting across from people we know, rather than using spoken words we choose to silently move our fingers swiftly across screens and keyboards to communicate. For some, this is powerful.  This is courage where they never once had it.  And for others, it’s an artform lost.  But regardless, silence is powerful.  It is inspiring, it is scary, it can leave one wondering, questioning, and feeling.  But I find it amazing for all of these reasons.



I just took this picture yesterday alone, at sunset, in creative silence.  I hope you enjoy it.



the luxe list spring 2014

table centerpiece chas place

my inspiration: the perfect centerpiece at Charleston Place Hotel

Recently, I celebrated a birthday (my sincere apologies to those of you who are sick of hearing about it).  I was fortunate enough to be treated, amongst other things, to a fabulous breakfast at the Charleston Place Hotel, which for those of you who may not be familiar, is a luxury hotel here in town that spares no expense when it comes to catering to the needs of its guests.  I was quickly reminded of that when we were seated at our table and I looked at our centerpiece, which was just the perfect little grouping of just about everything you could possibly need, right there on one little platter.

I love the little things, the details, or the deets as I like to call them (just to keep myself rooted in my quickly fading youth).  And this little platter was filled with carefully thought-out details for breakfast so that as your meal progressed from beverage to meal and beyond, there was no need to stop and ask for anything else you might need to make your experience better.  It was already there.  And it was pretty.  Take a closer look:

It was the kind of little thing that inspired me and made me happy!  This was a simple luxury – something that was going the extra mile but really making my life better.  And it got me thinking about some luxe items for this year that I just might not be able to live without, I don’t know about you…  I’m sure you have a list of your own, but here’s mine:

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1. Lime Basil & Mandarin candle from Jo Malone (available at Neiman Marcus).  I am obsessed with great-smelling candles – not just with the scent they put out, but the ambiance they create.  This one is the mack-daddy of them all; it’s a 4-wick that burns for 230 hours and costs $495.  Um yeah.  Let’s move right along before I start burning dollar bills in my existing cheap candles. Sigh.

Vintage silver by the lb Napa Style

2. Vintage silver by the pound from  I love this concept!  There is nothing prettier than a table set with lovely silver, but not all of us were fortunate enough to have a set of silver that was passed down from our grandmother or given to us as a wedding gift.  Napa Style makes it feasible – just buy vintage silver by weight.  From their website:  “These authentic vintage utensils date back to the ’ 20s and ’30s—all fine-quality, silver-plated, and newly polished to perfection. They’re gathered from estate sales, vintage markets and antique stores all over the US and Europe. And so what if the pieces don’t match? That’s half the fun! It’s a true celebration of life—the second time around—and a most meaningful form of sustainability.”  I just love it.




3. Anything from trumpeter Terence Blanchard.  This may not seem like a luxury to some, but just listen to his music and you’ll see why I say this.  I recently had the privilege of spending an evening at The Mezz, a fabulous jazz club here in Charleston, and Quentin Baxter (leader of the pack) brilliantly selected a piece of Blanchard’s to play entitled “Betrayal of My Soul.”  It was so moving, powerful, and profound.  I had been familiar with Blanchard’s music, but not this song, and not on that level.  Music does something for me that nothing else can – does it for you, too?

Polk Audio Camden Square Amazon


4. The Camden Square from Polk Audio (available on Amazon, $299 full retail, although right now it’s on sale).  Speaking of music…  I saw this pretty little gadget over the holidays when I was shopping for gifts and I fell in love with it (and thus, my obsession began!).  Okay, so here’s the deal with this thing.  First, you must know that I am an audiophile, so anything music related will seem like a luxury to me and thus will enhance my life greatly.  But THIS thing is COOL.  It’s a bluetooth wireless speaker with six speakers that have really excellent sound quality.  So not only can you take it anywhere (office/bedroom/backyard, etc.), BUT it also has this nice feature that makes it different from the competition.  It actually has its own app called DJ Stream and you and up to four friends can add songs from your own music libraries and keep the tunes going all night!  I just love this idea!  Then again, I’m also tempted to buy Sponge Bob Band-Aids when I go to CVS, but I digress.

Helmet Lang stunner dress


5. This stunner from Helmut Lang.  It’s in a lush silk.  It’s revealing in all the right ways.  It’s light and airy in color and texture.  I’m sure it’s a trillion dollars.  Thus, it’s luxe and perfect.

so lucky to know you dodeline charleston


6. Handcrafted cards and stationery, like these ones from Dodeline, made right here in Charleston.  You all know how I feel about the art of the hand-written note, so I won’t beat a dead horse here.  But these cards are to die for.  I love selecting the perfect card for someone, especially when it’s for no reason (not a holiday, not their birthday, just because).  I love the feel of the cardstock and the color of the ink.  Now these are luxe.  They don’t cost much, but they sure are going the extra mile.

hot pink petula vintage wallpaper design your wall dot com


7. “Hot Pink Petula” vintage wallpaper from the 1970s from  Every once in a while, I am fortunate enough to work with someone who will boldly go where few are willing to go – the wallpaper zone.  Vintage wallpapers are back and with a vengeance.  I have totally fallen in LOVE with this one and many more on, and several other vintage sources.  Papers like these work beautifully in small spaces like powder rooms or on an accent wall.  So luxe and so retro fab!  Je love!

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8. Big, bold throw pillows like these ones from  The first two are from Jiti and the third (black and white) is from Classic Home, but all three are statement-makers.  Have I ever told you that I have an issue with throw pillows that are too small?  They make me angry.  Go big or go home, I say.  Big = luxe.

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9. Coral cashmere throw blanket from Williams-Sonoma Home, $249.  Yep, gotta have this.  Not in cotton.  Not in a poly/acrylic blend.  Not in something incredibly soft and fuzzy and amazing and oh-my-god-have-you-felt-this-thing? No. Coral cashmere or bust.  Luxe.

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10. Breville Smart Oven, $249.  My sister made the mistake of getting me another Breville appliance for Christmas this past year, and now I want every other one they make.  I think I want this one next, because anything called the “Smart Oven” has got to be the perfect choice.  You can cook anything in it and it all comes out to perfection, plus, with convection capabilities, it cranks your treats out 30% faster.  Sign me up, it sounds awfully luxurious.

So, what tops your list of luxury items or feel-goods for this first part of the year?  Anything you care to share?  I showed you mine, now you show me yours.



the anti-schmoop

pantone red tray

serving up the perfect red, pantone style. photo courtesy of


When I think of my overall design style, when I really look back and try to define who I am as a designer, I can get a pretty clear vision of who I am.  I know what I like – clean lines, good quality, neutrals with some punch, but here and there no shortage of a few risky, bold pops where they make sense.  But it’s very rare that you’ll see me use a lot of red.  It’s just not a color I lean toward very often, nor is a color I hear my clients say that they just can’t live without.  However, in researching for this blog, I’m beginning to wonder why I don’t use it more.


Oh Dita, you’re glam in any era. Va va voom! photo courtesy of

Red is one of those beautifully rich, saturated hues that can take on so many different feels.  It can be a blue-red, like the perfect matte lipstick, old Hollywood glam style.

Or it can be an orangey-red, maybe like the most lush bowl of warm tomato soup, creamy and soothing to the soul.  It might remind you of the fast-as-lightning red sportscar you always wanted (or thought was silly, perhaps), or the flames of the campfires you used to sit around back in the day that kept your toes warm and your marshmallows roasted.  


mmm, marshmallows. thanks

I’m a firm believer in color theory and the psychology of color, so I feel that it’s important to choose your colors wisely… What does red mean?  Well, it’s the strongest and boldest color on the color wheel.  It has been shown to increase heart rate and blood pressure, so it’s a color to use sparingly and in the right application.  However, it’s also been shown to stimulate appetite and conversation, so it’s an ideal color to use in the dining room.  While it can make a room feel warm and cozy, it can also be very stimulating, so it’s not the best choice when you’re designing a space that’s meant for relaxation.  You will, however, see a few designers push the envelope from time to time and get away with it – and I do like it when people test the boundaries!  I’m going to share with you some of my favorite uses of red in design in honor of this lover’s holiday…  Whether it’s a room awash in crimson or just a tiny tomato accent in the corner, I think this is something worth considering to bring a little more spice to our lives!  


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Much love,




40 is the new 40. Period.

40 courtesy Andres Medina

First, let me begin by saying forgive me for the extended hiatus I’ve taken from my blog.  I appreciate all the kind words I’ve received from those of you who know me on a personal level, and particularly those of you who have supported me in many different capacities, be it mental, physical, or emotional.  Look out, because now I’m back with a vengeance!

As some of you know, I am on the cusp of turning forty.  Now let me just clarify that I personally do not consider this to be a big deal.  I do not believe that your age defines who you are as a person.  I do not feel that you are bound to the number printed on your birth certificate or driver’s license.  I believe that you are who you want to be, who you feel you are deep, deep inside, regardless of your age.  I often say that I still feel like I’m 12, so I see 40 and it just doesn’t register, but does it upset me?  Does it send me into the throes of a deep, dark depression?  No.  I embrace my age.

But all this talk and mental processing of moving into a new decade has gotten me thinking about a myriad of things. Anyone who has spent a bit of time with me tends to understand that I have some, well, let’s just say distinct, opinions on certain topics, be it design, food, politics, the weather, or what have you.  Some of them I’m very vocal about and others I prefer to keep private, but I know where I stand.  The start of a new year has also put me in a very clear-headed, forward-thinking place, so you put those two together and Marina is off to the races!

One of the things I do throughout the year but particularly at the beginning of a new calendar year is evaluate trends.  It’s key for me as a designer to be on my game and know the top materials  being used, the Pantone color selections for the year, seasonal trend predictions, highlights in furniture and accessories… and the list goes on and on.  In reading everything from the very classic Architectural Digest to the most stylized and opinionated blogs, a common thread tends to shake out.  I feel like that’s my job – to weed out the extremes on both ends and walk a solid center line so that I can provide a well-informed vision for a client.  But this year has me a little irritated.

I won’t bore you with the details of trends for 2014.  That’s another blog post.  Let me tell you why I am irritated and then you’ll see where I’m going with this, I promise.  :-)  I was reading something not too long ago that said “black is the new gray.”  I read it over again.  “Black is the new gray.”  Huh?  Since when was black ever out of fashion in the first place?  I know that the past two years or so, gray has been one of the most-utilized colors in residential interiors, but that statement really got my wheels turning.  Since when do we need to reintroduce the classics?

That statement, however, got me thinking about how so often lately, I keep hearing people tell me – “well, you know, 40 is the new 30!” What the hell does that even MEAN?  Is that supposed to be some sort of consolation for the fact that I am turning forty years old, and you’re wrongfully assuming that I don’t WANT to be turning forty years old, so you’re trying to stroke my ego a little, or talk me off the ledge as if forty is the end of it all?   Why can’t I just be 40 and rock it?  Why does it have to be a new ANYTHING?  Why can’t it just be?  So no. 40 is the new 40. Period. And I am totally okay with that.

So I guess all of this acceptance of where I am in life (ha!) and realization that the classics are what we always tend to revert back to made me want to come up with my own list.

My SIMPLE favorites:

black cat

1. BLACK. It’s a classic, and never goes out of style, in any capacity. Although please note that I much prefer dogs. I actually hate cats. I’m just using this photo from Getty as a good representation for the color black.  He looks bitchy, doesn’t he?

mags bottles  blue swivel  old photos

2. FAMILY HEIRLOOMS. While they might not be beautiful to the next person, their sentimental qualities speak volumes.  Pictured here are a few of my treasures, including my grandmother’s crystal decanters, my parents’ old swivel chairs which I adore, and some of my favorite old family pictures.  That’s my mom holding me as a baby on the right, and my grandfather’s original business card from way back in the day in the foreground.

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3. FRESH FLOWERS.  Sure, they may not last forever, but while they are around, they are lovely in every way.  I love a simple arrangement in a glass vase or mason jar on the kitchen counter, as you see here in this pic from

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4. THE LITTLE BLACK DRESS.  So as not to exclude the guys here, let me just say one exceptional piece of clothing that fits like a glove rather than the six cheapies you could buy in its place.  I love this Diane Von Furstenberg number from Saks, a bargoon at $565.  :-)

lotsa plugs

5. TECHNOLOGY-FREE BLOCKS OF TIME.  Remind yourself that not too long ago, we survived just fine without a cell phone, tablet, or laptop glued to our person.  It can be done, and it should be, regularly.  I take breaks all the time to go for a walk, meditate, talk to a loved one, play with the dogs – connect with yourself by disconnecting/unplugging. (props here to Photonica)

thank you note

6. HAND-WRITTEN NOTES.  I am a huge proponent of the hand-written note, for some reason or no reason at all.  It’s such a beautiful, yet underutilized artform!  Next time you’re thinking of someone, send them a note.  Watch what happens.



7. REAL BOOKS.  Speaking of unplugging…  I don’t know about you, but try as I may, I just can’t get into reading books on a Kindle/Nook, etc.  I personally love the sensory experience of picking up a book.  I love the smell of it, I love the weight of it, I love physically being able to see how many pages I have left to go…  Everything about the experience is different.  And it’s another chance to cut myself off from technology for a bit.

marina & tiff kiawah

8. A TRUE FRIEND WHO KNOWS YOU TO THE CORE.  This is my best friend, Tiffany (everyone say “Hiiiiiii, Tiffffannnyyy!”).  She has been with me through the thick and thin of life, and I am confident that there is nothing on the face of this earth that I wouldn’t feel comfortable telling her.  She makes me laugh, cry (only in good ways), think, dream, and keeps my life drama-free.  There is something about a best friend that makes everything okay.  Whoever that person is to you, please tell them so.


9. HOME-COOKED MEALS.  The quick, easy, processed, microwaved approach to life isn’t the one I want to take.  I want to be like this broad.  In all seriousness, one thing that I have really committed to is clean eating and living.  It has changed my life for the better on so many levels.  I’ve always been a huge fan of a well-prepared meal at home, but now more than ever before.  Going back to basics and using organic, fresh, simple ingredients that are healthy for me and my family make me feel great.  Thank you, Stephen Swindek for this fabulous photo of this woman, we’ll call her Madge, whom I must meet.

So, there you have it.  My old-fashioned, simple list of well-loved classics that, as I move into my forties, seem to make the most sense.  I’ll leave the rest to you whipper-snappers.