Here is an interesting thing. Over the weekend...my birthday weekend I might add, my lovely sister offered to decorate my home office. She's offered to do it before and I've said no...though during a stint when I was in Hawaii and she was house sitting, she did do some small transformations. It was sweet but the design ultimately never felt quite right. You see she was designing the room the way she perceived me...rather than the way I saw me.
Physically, I'm a mess. I'm scruffy, non-linear, scattered. Her designs and rooms are pristine.
So why would anyone in their right mind turn down a nearly free remodel? Because the purpose of the office...MY home office, is for me to plum my depths...it's for me to find ME. Her designs though beautiful did not reflect my process, my depths, my quirky underdone weirdness which is where the most creative parts of me dwell.
This is also instructive on a level beyond the herculean effort of appropriately styling a room...as architects of our own lives, we must all become more involved in what we want, not sub it out to a contractor however well meaning and talented. It's a do-it-yourself-existence.
