You know the feeling of being on the precipice of your next big idea? Me too. Except in the past months (nay, years) each lightbulb filament of imagination burnt out before it even began.
Le sigh.
And yet—sometimes if you just flick the glass case, or twist the bulb a half turn, you’re suddenly blinded, because you didn’t expect the ocular assault of the light.
What you’re reading is a really long way of saying I’VE MADE A SUBSTACK. TL;DR, I’m always waiting for my next creative outlet, when all I need to do is lean in. I’ve had countless friends and family make quick quips about my ability to influence a purchase or a design choice, and I mean that in the most humble of ways—I often shake off said comments, perhaps as a way of keeping what I love to do sacred. My intentions are not to be what we know as an “influencer”…rather, a resource.
Thus, welcome to the world, In Residence. The filament that didn’t burn out.
So now what? Great question. Hard and fast rules have never been my thing, but the Spark Notes of In Residence are that it is a newsletter and a shoppable resource for all things interiors and lifestyle. Think of this publication as a style guide from soup to nuts. (A phrase I don’t entirely understand, but it feels right.) For a more well-rounded explanation of why I’m here, hop on over to the About section and read on.
I’m learning as I go, but I’m elated to be here. So step on in, the door is open. And if you’ve read this far, I’d love your support in the form of a subscription, and a high five the next time we’re face to face.
As someone who just launched my own Substack, this resonates. Cheers to the year of leaning into our intuition and jumping without a plan 🥂(non-alc for your dry january)!