March 5, 2007
When I renovated my 85 year old apartment in San Francisco, I chose everything myself. I didnít want or need a designerís help; I wanted the place to look the way it did in my dreams, the way I knew it could with just a little improvement here and there. The bathroom became a blissful oasis with a deep, century-old tub for soaking in. The floors were sanded, brightening everything. The kitchen was a joy to cook in and look at. It broke my heart when I finally left to start a new life, and again when it was sold.