As a kid, it was pretty often, if not always, that I’d want to reorganize anyone’s house I’d enter. Once home, I would mentally change things up as I’d try to fall asleep. I was constantly rearranging my bedroom furniture and only displayed items I felt represented my stile. One of my first childhood projects was a cousin’s room I convinced to let me change. I stayed in her room as the rest of kids stepped out to play. Once I was done, I walked her through the space explaining why everything I did made more sense. I still remember the satisfaction and relief that all her belongings were exhibited properly. Looking back, I’m positive Interior Design was innate.
Recently, a close friend commissioned me to do the same – rearrange things without spending a dime.
Before
After
Please excuse my amateur hour pictures.