I started posting this picture of my garage/office just because it looked lovely last night, in the crisp clear evening, with some strange and rare snow here in Vancouver… Then I thought –
I’m sitting in the garden. It’s Saturday morning. I made it halfway out to my office, which is in my garage, out back. I’m weeping. I’m weeping because my heart is spilling over.
Not all of the time, but some of the time I get to create unique, amazing spaces in my role as an interior designer who specializes in health care design. This was
My office is at home. Well, it’s in the garage: a wonderful funky 1930’s garage (complete with mechanic’s grease pit) that I’ve renovated. Thankfully it is 30 paces from the house, through the garden, which