In decorating and politics, Mike and I agree on most issues, but, for some reason, selecting a rug has been an ongoing battle. As hard as I try to get him to embrace florals and pink palettes, I can’t seem to sway him!

I grew up being dragged to flea markets around greater Los Angeles—and though I have fond memories of the Rose Bowl and Long Beach fleas, I think I remember them best for the soft pretzels and license to drink soda before noon.

I’m a sucker for Frenchie furniture. I love feminine lines, the movement of a curved back, and most decor that could be linked back to the sensuous style of Louis XV. But in decorating, one must know her biases.

I’m a big museum fan but if given the choice to see the art in the climate-controlled rooms of the Met or the studio where art is being made, I’ll choose the latter.

An invitation that involves a river, friends, and free lodging makes all the details about the accommodations seem irrelevant.

When my grandmother passed away a few years ago, my aunt Chris decided to decorate a room in her honor.

Last March, when I suggested construction site light bulb safety cages as a great idea for a modern pendant lamp—I thought I was going out on a limb.

When we moved into our apartment last year, we worked as quickly as possible to make it our own—painting,

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