It's A Pillow, Not A Kidney

Do you believe you have a “flair” for decorating?

Do you know what constitutes a pillow emergency?

Do you have any idea how many swatches of paint must be sampled before finding the “perfect” color?

Are you aware there’s a difference between a curated collection of “trinkets” and a bookcase full of clutter?

Can you explain when it’s acceptable for a grown woman to throw a tantrum over fabric—or perhaps throw the fabric itself? (Not me, in case you were wondering.)

Can you tell whether a red stain on the carpet indicates a former crime scene or something less dramatic?

Most importantly, do you want a career that requires you to be equal parts therapist, babysitter, marriage counselor, master negotiator, and design wizard?

If you answered yes, to any of these questions, then welcome to the world of interior design, my world.

From the first chapter to the last, IT’S A PILLOW NOT A KIDNEY, will introduce you to a plethora of engaging, frustrating, caring, crazy—yes, I said crazy—but always entertaining clients who, over the years, have entrusted me with their decorating projects. Though diverse in background as well as in their choice of style, all these individuals had one mission in common: To create a beautiful interior for themselves and their families, while driving one eager-to please-interior designer just a little bit crazy.

When you’ve finished the last paragraph of this book, your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to ask yourself one more time, “Do I really want to be an interior designer?