Getting back to my roots for me means doing something creative. I live for projects. Antiques is one way I express myself, writing to you here is another.

Tools have become my secret indulgence. Each trip to the hardware store fills me with excitement at what new item I may add to my box. I must say, I definitely inherited this from my Dad, along with many of the skills needed to refinish antiques.

My humble beginnings might be traced back to acing my 6th grade shop test of naming all the tools.  But I wasn't always into antiques. Much of my youth was spent scoffing at my folks for not being more modern. I chose metal for my teenage bedroom set, replacing the beautiful solid oak 1900's furniture. Luckily all of it is back in place in my childhood home.

Somehow, through all the trips we'd take to markets and antique shows, my true breeding came through. I started critiquing, searching, dreaming and buying all sorts of treasures I just couldn't live without. Much to my family's surprise and delight, I was officially a connoisseur.

But before coming to terms with my family's taste and finding my own had become a match, I followed other career paths. I studied as a writer, pursuing this subject simply because my professors inspired me. Growing up in MI, I found myself in NYC with initial adventures in book publishing, print production, design editing, and interior design. Slowly moving in a direction that brings me here.