I believe there is the finest of lines between the mental and emotional space we live in and the physical space we occupy. At times, there may lie an unsettling disconnect between what we are trying to say, and what our walls, art, homes, offices, events, and other mediums of expression are saying about us. I believe that by tackling what is in front of us – pushing through the exercise in thought and the decision-making process to alter our physical environment – we tune back in to the other areas of our life that may be out of balance and recalibrate them.

krista-headshotBy understanding why we gravitate towards or away from certain things and to observe the pattern of life that we each uniquely create can be hugely rewarding. It’s your space, your event, your take on the world. I believe that advice can be affordable, approachable, and obtained by all who seek it. I will be there as much or as little as you need me to be.

My desire to nurture constant evolution in my living and working spaces was with me even as a child. My father was in the Army, and I grew up on bases in Germany and throughout the southern United States. After my parents divorced , my mother moved my sister and me to Wisconsin. She’d attest to the fact that I’ve been rearranging furniture since I could walk. No one’s space was spared, all of my roommates have, at one time or another, endured a scenario like walking into the dining room table in what used to be the living room (sometimes in the dark). I will always be grateful to the many people who were generous with their patience during my real-life interior design self-training, as the necessary lessons, and yes sometimes even mistakes, were learned.

I have been fortunate to have a few good careers, each distinct enough that I was able to live in a variety of amazing places, and meet a diverse set of people who were willing to teach, learn, and experience life with me.

One of my earliest jobs was in the display department at Sears. I was 16. I did the windows, holiday decorating and merchandising.  After high school I moved to Madison and contemplated college but got sidetracked at dinner one night. Working for TGI Friday’s for 3 years – as a trainer, I learned a valuable life lesson: wearing buttons and flashing visors makes you look weird, avoid it at all costs.

I moved to Colorado and tended bar, managed and opened restaurants, and focused on developing my important being-social-and-having-fun skills. I traveled, snowboarded, skied, hiked, saw live music, and truly – with no regrets – enjoyed my twenties. Somewhere along the way, I hooked up with The Big Red F Company and Chef Dave Query. I spent years with this talented crew, I wrote our company news letter and helped open two of his respected eateries.

Then one day I randomly applied for an administrative assistant position at a satirical newspaper called the Onion. (I couldn’t believe I got the job, especially considering I had no desire to be an administrative assistant) It was my first step out of the hospitality industry in years. I loved it. I soon convinced them that we needed to hire another admin person, and move offices. These were the early days of this publication and in a small upcoming publishing company, one wears many hats. I ran the gamut of duties there, from production manager, to publisher’s assistant, to organizing our sponsored events and taking care of our clients.

My next leap of faith took me to Washington, DC, where I helped my long-time friend, Curtis Schwab, open and operate Blue Water Media. Working there, as the liaison between the clients and site designers taught me an entirely new language of expression. I was hooked. I loved speaking about design, translating words, thoughts and emotion through images, color and layout.

So, I took another plunge and moved to Maine joining one of my very best and most-talented friends, Christy Reid. We opened a 2nd hand boutique called Favela Chic. I had been going to Flea Markets and Thrifts stores my whole life, loving the surprise in what you could find. We had the shop for 5 years, and it eventually grew to include a frame shop and seamstress studio. We even briefly put out our own line of bedding and curtains. We were fortunate in getting requests for design consultations right away. We took deep breathes, counted our pennies, and always believed in what we were doing. We focused on keeping our clients happy and praying that they passed along positive words. They did, and thankfully, so it went. Eventually needing us to devote more of our focus on design as time passed. We closed the shop a few years ago. Although I miss it, I have loved indulging in the design aspect of the business. I feel that I am doing exactly what I need to be doing at these moments in time. And I am grateful for them. Helping others to love where -and how- they live, work and celebrate is an honor and adventure.

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