Do you remember my sad little bedroom?
No bed. No closet doors. No spark of creativity. No love.
Quite forlorn. Allllll alone. Neglected. Forgotten. Tumbleweeds. Whistling wind. Somewhere, somehow, a wolf howls.
BUT.
(I like big buts.)
Not anymore.
Read MoreI've heard it said that the cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, and the sea. When the sand's squeaking underfoot and your lips are lightly salted, it somehow feels like coming home.
Our clients have the pleasure of being able to see sand and surf right out the balcony window of their 800 square foot condo. When they called us for a consultation, the interior environment didn't do much to help encourage relaxation. It was dated and needed more than basic maintenance. It needed some serious love to turn it into the vacation spot they couldn't wait to return to.
Read MoreWeek five, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. If you're wondering why the pic of the cactus, it's because it's the only plant I can keep stayin' alive.
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