Interior: Sweet as Honey

Some spaces make you pause the moment you step inside. This one—an industrial loft in the heart of the city—was full of those quiet, breath-catching moments. The brick was original, the wood old and worn in all the right ways, and iron beams stretched across the ceiling like the bones of a place that had lived many lives. These are the kinds of homes I fall in love with quickly. They don’t try to be anything other than what they are—strong, honest, and full of character.

But this loft wasn’t just about raw edges and city energy. The woman who called it home had grown up far from the skyline—in a place filled with fields and beehives, surrounded by color and calm and green. Her family’s farm specialized in honey, she told me. She missed the plant life, the warmth, the softness of nature pressing in. And she wanted to bring that into her bedroom—without letting go of the strength and edge of the loft itself.

So that’s where we began.

The bed was our anchor: black metal piping formed the headboard and extended wide to connect with matching nightstands—low, dark wood tops and more pipework beneath. It was unapologetically industrial. But once the structure was there, we softened everything around it. The bedding was layered in forest green and ivory, natural tones that whispered of wild meadows and mossy woods. In the center of the bed, a single pillow stitched with a little honeybee and a sweep of soft florals brought her past to the forefront—quietly, sweetly.

On each nightstand, I added a curved iron lamp for late-night reading, more of her favorite books, and a small beanie baby honey bear—one of those tiny, playful touches that says more than words ever could. It didn’t feel silly. It felt personal. Grounding. Real.

Behind the bed, the windowsill stretched wide across the old brick wall, and I knew it needed to bloom. I filled it with books and potted plants—some upright and proud, others trailing down gently like vines reaching toward the bed. Hanging planters above framed the space even more, creating this little canopy of green that softened the hard edges of the room.

This space doesn’t pretend. It’s both things at once—city and farm, grit and grace. And maybe that’s what made it so special to design. It felt like her.