My husband and I are very different beings. When we decided to buy a new set of wheels, he obsessed over safety ratings. My only want was for the car to match the color of the house. And it does!
When we searched for our first home, I looked for a secluded little bungalow, the kind that suggests a writer works inside. Instead he wanted space and lots of it. He got his wish.
Brian is a collector of things - childhood memorabilia to be exact. If you want to relive the 80's, visit our garage. You'll find E.T., Pee Wee, The Muppets, and a lot of Chebawchy*. We had to make room for these things. And we did.
I never let go of the bungalow mentality. I'm guilty of ignoring the fact that our home even has a first floor. I'd left it up to the two teenagers and their dad to maintain this space. As you can probably imagine, downstairs is a disaster.
With December upon us and no travel plans, the whole tribe will be stuck in LA. Winter vacation is the perfect time to get it together.
First up is the super fun task of transforming our kid's old room into a cool, new industrial man cave. Don't let anybody sell you on the silly notion that a child's vacant room needs to become an alter to his or her youth. We grow into adults and our living arrangements change - period.
Here are select inspirations for Brian's up & coming live/work space: