In my twenties I defined myself by what I didn't like. And man there were plenty of things I didn't like. I had an opinion about everything (and I still do, some days). Somehow I thought this made me discerning and a tastemaker of sorts but when I look back I realize that it was just a survival tactic I created out of fear and insecurity
Read MoreOnce in a while a friend will truly ask for my input in their space and I love it! Some dear friends of ours asked my opinion recently on their one bedroom apartment and their current awkward sleeping arrangements and I was more than happy to give my opinion (I have been told at times I have too many opinions, ha. Good thing I found somewhere to put them all, this blog).
