Interior: A Midcentury Welcome
There’s something special about being asked to create the very first moment someone sees when they step inside a home. It’s not just about entryways—it’s about first impressions, about what a space says before a single word is spoken. And for this particular project, it was all about honoring the soul of a cozy midcentury house while giving it a breath of modern life.
The homeowner was clear from the start: she wanted it to feel authentic. The space was already full of charm—flagstone walls, warm wood accents, and that unmistakable 60’s construction—but she didn’t want it to read like a movie set. “I want it to feel like now,” she told me, “but still like this house.” That kind of vision is music to my ears.
We kept the flagstone exactly as it was—raw, grounded, timeless. It held the history of the home and asked nothing more than to be noticed. In front of it, I brought in a warm-toned wood console table with subtle midcentury lines and plenty of drawers, because functionality and beauty are allowed to exist side by side. Above it, I hung a long, octagonal mirror framed in soft gold. It catches the light from the nearby window and sends it bouncing through the space, helping it feel just a little more open, a little more alive.
Next to the console, a gray midcentury-style armchair brought in a layer of cozy, with details that make you pause: brown leather edging, gently rounded wooden legs, and the most charming little leather belts wrapping the arms—belt buckles in the same gold as the mirror. It felt like the chair had always belonged there.
To finish, we chose a rug that nodded to her new home in the Southwest. Tan and gray tones, laid out in a pattern that quietly echoed the area’s design—something subtle enough not to shout, but still meaningful. The artwork above the console was her favorite detail: a modern canvas filled with swirling blobs of color, bold and abstract, but unmistakably groovy in spirit. A small wink back to the decade the house was born in.
Together, it all felt like a home that had grown into itself—rooted in its past, but not stuck there. Just like its owner.
