Making a beautiful space takes....TIME!

Whoo baby, I have been busy!   One project is starting to wind down, which means that installation time is upon us.  Cabinetry is being finished, walls painted, lighting installed, furnishings delivered (slowly, slowly).  Still many layers to come, but I thought I'd show you a tiny peek of the progress.  Here's a "before" picture in one of the rooms:

And here's a shot of the sofa with it's new slipcover and the fabulous stacked travertine wall:

This is  not the final layout--wait till you see what's next.  But for now, look at that lovely stone wall!  That was completely my client's idea.  She and her hub are very creative and a joy to work with (and they're my friends--what could be better?).   If you were in the room, you would see that the stone sparkles!  Makes me swoon it's so beautiful.  Swoon is such an old word, but it's apt so I work to keep it alive.

Will show you more when I can.  I've got pics from some other projects that I keep meaning to post.  It's been a wonderful year for DeCocco Design, despite this awful economy.  Clients have wanted some serious creativity and have really let me soar.   To see designs coming to reality and becoming warm, inviting, liveable and beautiful homes is gratifying.  It's a lot of work, and worth every minute of it, because there's no place like home. 

So I've got lots going on.  Fall in NC is gorgeous.  Temps in the 70's and 80's with the humidity (finally) gone.  Soccer games with Grandboy, still training the goofy dog.  Hub is enjoying his job.  Oh, we had our first tiny bonfire in the backyard last week.  Let me find that picture for you.

It started as a BIG pile of sticks from the yard.  Burned down quickly while we ate our dinner of gorditas on the picnic table close by.  Then we roasted marshmallows--I think those were Grandboy's first.  He wasn't thrilled with the taste, which made me laugh.  I don't think it's the actual taste of burnt marshmallow that we all love.  It's the setting and the experience and the memories of it all.  We'll have to do it again!

Ciao,

Anne