How I Became Interested in Interior Styling

I’d like to be able to say that as a young girl I was picking out complimenting pillow patterns but that simply was not the case for me! I didn’t first become interested in interiors until my senior year of high school when I took a class on interior design. It was one of my favorite classes and I looked forward to going every day but even then I didn’t think it was my true calling. No, it wasn’t until I moved into the first house my husband Brian and I shared that I realized my true passion for interior decorating.

Brian and I lived in a 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath cookie-cutter house in the suburbs of Dekalb. We lived with four other students while we attended college at Northern Illinois University. Thanks to our lenient landlord, I was able to paint my walls a bright green that turned out to be way brighter than I was anticipating. (Not the last time this happens to me either, but we’ll get to that another day!) Brian’s room was a little more interesting… A former roommate had converted the dining room into a 5th bedroom, and Brian claimed it as his own (chandelier and all!). Since he had the awkward dining/bedroom, he also got to claim the living room that was right off this “bedroom”. It’s safe to say that I was the only one ambitious enough to take on the challenge of making that house a home but I did just that.

I started on the outside and decided to tackle the landscaping. It took a lot of work but I spent endless hours pulling weeds out front and even pulling out a huge bush that was so overgrown it almost took over the front steps! At the time I was only 23 and I didn’t have any of the tools needed so I used a gardening trowel and a shovel to try and get the front yard looking somewhat appealing on a college budget. Once the weeds and bush was out I planted petunias and bought some rose fertilizer to help the rose bush that was planted there before we moved in. I was really proud of my hard work and that was the start. I was hooked on making my house a home.

Brian and I lived at that house for a year and a half and during that time, I had decorated the house as much as I could. I would’ve loved to do more to it, but I worked short hours in retail and my younger roommates were more interested in parties than patterns on pillows. It wasn’t until Brian and I finished school and moved into our first home together that I was able to let my creativity and style take over…