When I lived in Washington state (where I grew up), my hubby and I had a really unique set of friends from church. The wives were dear friends, and we got together quite a bit, celebrating birthdays and just life in general. As I look back now, I see how sweet that was.
Here’s a picture of two of our gatherings.
The gal on the far left with the gorgeous blond hair is Katy Gedney. I thought of her this morning while I read through a decorating magazine (my private addiction…I need a 12 step program, folks.) I remembered her home in Seattle when I first visited it. She and her husband Eric had purchased a fixer upper, an old bungalow (the style I still consider the most beautiful architecture in the world). They’d stripped, painted, and created an amazing home from a blank, old palate.
But what inspired me about her home was the creativity seeping out of every nook and cranny. She had her own paintings displayed. They’d chosen unconventional colors for cabinets. Even her cooking was wildly creative and infused with unique abandon. I loved visiting her there. And every time I left, I felt a sense of deep inspiration to make my home reflect our family’s creativity.
That moment seeing her home sticks to my ribs today. I want to live that way, folks. Do you? To be uncaged even in your home? Who says we all have to have brown or white cabinets? Who dictates we must put art in a certain place? Why can’t we be fully ourselves in our homes, breaking convention simply because we want to.
I wish everyone knew my dear friend Katy and saw the world from her artistic perspective. She is beautiful inside and out. My only regret is that we no longer live close to each other. I can’t drop by for tea and scones. But we still keep in touch. And I wanted to write this post as a tribute to her creativity and beauty. I love you, Katy.