When I started this blog in September, I wanted to use it mainly as an online diary about my design journey. Not only has it helped me discover where I'm headed design-wise, it has also allowed me to be clearer about how my design style has been developing my entire life.
As I thought about Mother's day and how it relates to my blog, I realized that I started my interior design journey with one of the most important people in my life, my Mom. As you can tell from this picture of me and my Mom, she has be stylish her whole life and so have our homes.
Not only did my mom create a beautiful home for our family, she also nurtured my design expression. When I was a teenager, Mom helped me re-decorate my bedroom. She allowed me to create a room that was all my own. I am sure she was cringing at the lavender walls, lavender bedding, and yes matching lavender carpeting! My desk and bedside tables were white. Oh I just loved that room.
As I got older, our relationship evolved and we began to be partners in discovering our styles. Our design esthetics were different, but we learned from each other. We would go to flea markets where Mom would buy vintage embroidered asian piano scarves to throw over tables and sofas, and I would excitedly purchase old architectural pieces. Of course our taste would often overlap, and my Mom would point our a gorgeous painting or old clock face that I had to buy.
My Mom pointed out this painting to me at a textile show that we went to. It is very much her style as well as mine. I think of her every time I look at this piece. In every room of my home there are hints of my Mom, whether it is the gorgeous china she helped me pick out....
or her beautiful art nouveau vase that sits by my fireplace in my bedroom.
I am also fortunate to have pieces from my grandmother (Granny) in my home as well. She, too had an eye for beautiful things that she passed on to my Mom and then to me.
Not only do Granny's chairs look fantastic in my sun room, they also fill my home with so many happy memories.
Granny's depression glass shines in the sun in my kitchen cabinets.
As I thought about my Mom and Granny, my thoughts lead me to think about my relationship with my own daughter, Leila. What would she remember of her life with me? Would she too have the design bug? There are a several signs that she has inherited the love of display, and she often creates beautiful table scapes in her bedroom. She also loves to paint and draw, and has filled her walls with all of her charming creations.
Like my Mom, I hope that I am always here to nurture Leila's talents even if they differ from my own, and to tell her how proud I am of her.
Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and to all of you!
xo
Brooke