WANT YOUR DREAM HOME BUT DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START?

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Megan looked at the clock and groaned. It was two-thirty in the morning. The rabbit hole that was Pinterest had sucked her in again. This had to be the thousandth time she had tried to make heads or tails of the pins she had saved for her new home. All the little details, the decisions that had to be made. It was just so overwhelming.

John’s new promotion meant they were going to have to entertain more. (Huh, maybe those weirdos on House Hunters really DID do entertaining…) So did that mean that they needed a butler's pantry AND a regular pantry? How would they fit that many people in the dining room? How many conversation areas did they really need in the living room? Plus, with her business booming she had to have an office for client conferences where her kids' toys (and noise) would NOT be. She snorted at that thought. Like THAT was ever going to happen if she couldn't pull all this together.

So now here she was. Up way too late and having had one (okay maybe two) glass(es) of wine too many and just as frustrated as ever. Why was this so hard?? Having someone take over and make everything look great would be heaven. She’d even seen some Facebook posts from an interior designer she liked, but…

What if the designer told her walk-in showers were OUT?

What if the designer thought the things she loved were hideous and she was hopeless?

What if the designer made her home look like pretty much every other house the designer had worked on? 

What would her sister-in-law say about her bringing in a designer? She was always saying what she’d do if it were her house and that she'd love to help pick things out. Sure, she was a giant pain in the rear with no taste, but the "Why did you waste money on a designer? I could have helped you!" conversation was going to be an even bigger pain.

And what about the money? Designers are expensive. Paying for something she should be able to do herself would be silly.

On the other hand, what if she did it all herself and it looked awful? Even if it was all stuff she though she loved? She’d be stuck with a new house and stuff she hated for the next ten years (at LEAST).

On the other other hand (definitely TWO glasses too many), if she had to endure one more judgmental comment when her mother-in-law came to visit, she just might snap.

Sighing, she turned off her tablet and closed her eyes. Maybe the answers would come to her in her sleep...

 

Psst... Megan... Don't go to sleep just yet!

Read this:

 

What if the designer told her walk-in showers were OUT?

If you come across a designer who tells you not to keep the things that are most important to you, she's not the one for you. RUN, don't walk, in the opposite direction. Your home should tell the story of who YOU are and fit the life YOU want to lead.

 

What if the designer thought everything she loved was hideous and she was hopeless?

Okay, I'm going to admit that sometimes I do think things are hideous. If you adore the world's ugliest house, we probably shouldn't work together. The reality, though, is that it doesn't happen very often. And when it does, it's usually a case of context—switch a few things around and suddenly the "hideous" piece isn't hideous any more. I've definitely never thought that anybody was hopeless.

 

What if the designer made her home look like pretty much every other house the designer had worked on?

Did I mention that your home should tell YOUR story? Not mine, not my last client's, not some celebrity's. Yours. I've worked with styles from traditional to modern, farmhouse to urban bachelor pad, industrial to shabby chic. I know that each style and each person has different needs and I pay attention to the details. (Like the best floor plan configuration to keep your office nice and quiet.)

 

What would her sister-in-law say about her bringing in a designer?

I get it—sometimes people assume certain things about YOU if you hire an interior designer. Got someone like that in your life? I'm happy to be the designer in your back pocket. It can be our little secret.

 

What about the money? Paying for something she should be able to do herself would be silly.

Depends on your perspective. I could change my car's oil or a flat tire and not pay someone else to do it, but I don't have the time or patience to do either. That's why I have a mechanic and AAA. I could also cut my own hair or go to a discount salon, but my hair has a rather unique personality. I need someone who knows how to deal with the craziness.