Simply Turquoise.

Peacock tail feathers up close.
Peacock tail feathers up close.

Category: In Real Life

  • The Ghosts of Houses Past

    I grew up a homebody. I would have been just as happy to never leave my little hometown, quasi-socialist neighborhood, and 1,000 square foot townhouse with all the friends you could want within a stone’s throw. I wanted to stay there forever with my feet glued to the floor. When I was little, my best…

  • Meet Stuart

    Meet my husband’s alter ego, Stuart Martha. He comes and goes like a sporadic houseguest and at odd hours of the day and night. He brings me garnished drinks, and occasionally utters a brilliant design-related suggestion. It usually takes a few days for me to process it, but generally Stuart provides sound advice. When I…

  • The Garden of My Dreams

    I don’t know what causes creativity, but sometimes it is a curse. The monsters under the bed can be so real! A creative person might be willing to believe any story they hear because for them, it is not necessarily out of the realm of possibility. As a child, I may have held the world…

  • Midnight Dumpster Dive

    Last night I went dumpster diving with the President Emeritus of the Diamond Hill Historical Society. Inspired by a fabulous day at the Community Market, I ended up peering into the dumpster outside of my neighbor’s house, at midnight, all because of a light fixture. What better way to end an evening of good company,…