It’s been nearly two years in the planning and design phase, and in a few short weeks, demo will finally be underway.

In your pencil-to-paper moments of late, when you're marking down ideas of things for gifting and things for receiving, when you're listing what, exactly, you might welcome into your life and lifestyle this holiday season, have you ever thought of including the word home?

I knew they’d be coming soon. They’re always first to bloom, the first to crack from winter’s shell.

It can be found in galleries and shops, museums and attics, yes. It can also be found in textiles, in the pages of vintage books, on your own scratch paper, in your camera roll.

Outside, spring sun and spring rain have fallen in turn; inside, notes, sketches, concepts, and ideas have fallen to scratch paper, computer screen, and drafting board.

Dreaming and scheming from here, lately (and if I’m being honest, from the bed and the sofa, too, as I’ve work/rested my way through a recent late winter illness). Working one thing out, then another, steadily, and what feels slowly at times, making my way through projects big and small.

When the work, words, home, style, or talents of someone else makes your breath catch, stirs a longing, or causes you to lean in with curiosity, this is simply part of them reflecting part of you.