Designing Diva Interiors

If I had assistant, today SHE would need an assistant. With the opening of the Symphony Orchestra Show House and the evening events that precede the days are even shorter (if not more fun) than they have been. Couple that with the fact that Designing Diva is at its max for client intake, this is certainly the wrong day for high heels.

I think that some people have this preconceived notion about I do, and I consider that a good thing. If my clients don’t realize how many hours go into the phone calls, shopping, sketching, driving to meet contractors, returning and picking up samples etc that go into making their home gorgeous… well then, I’d say I’ve saved them more than a few bottles of Tylenol. The downside is that some people might think that I wake up when I choose, spend the day shopping with other peoples’ money and doing fun things like designing rooms in show houses. My job is highly enjoyable– it is truly my passion– but it is not as laid back as one might think. Today, like all other week days, I was up and dressed by 6:30 am and returning clients’ e-mails by 6:45. Before the afternoon is over I will locate hardware for a clients’ kitchen sink, have glass cut for a custom desk I’m building (okay, I’m building it with the supervision of my husband), shop for window shades for a home staging client, shop for fabric for seat cushions and meet with a new client to help her find the perfect paint colors for her home. Tired feet? Yeah, I’m wishing I were in my Nike’s right about now.

Before 6:00 I have to get my room at the Show House cleaned and ready to go for this evening’s Media Party as well as get myself presentable because by that time you’re dealing with flat hair (helllooooooo headband) and makeup that isn’t doing such a great job anymore of hiding the last 48 hours.

By the time my clients have gone to bed I will have followed up with more e-mails and phone calls and completed any prep work required for tomorrow’s appointments. If I could fit some laundry into that mix somewhere, that would be awesome; my wardrobe is getting down to the wire. If I don’t intervene by Friday I could be down to a red swimsuit cover-up and my dresses that I only wear to funerals.

Oh boy. This is definitely a double-shot espresso day.