The Herman Miller fabric swatches my architect-father gave me as a
child became rugs for doll houses and beach towels for my trolls. My
dolls dressed in handmade designer outfits, unrivaled on the runways of
Bergen County. Richard Anuskiewitz Christmas cards decorated the walls
in Barbie and Ken’s house. Designed in the style of Frank Lloyd
Wright’s Falling Water, it teetered on the edge of my dresser. Every
room had an Eames chair, or two.
    Summers and weekends in Woodstock, NY added a homespun element
to my growing design sensibilities. Here Midge wore hand-embroidered
peasant dresses and miniature love beads, her nomadic life-style lived under
the finest Marimekko tents.
     Now that I live with my family in a small coastal town in rural Maine,
hunting orange and John Deere green are infiltrating my palette.
Anything can happen.