Style Tips: Inspired By Life

Style Tips: Inspired By Life

Not too long ago, I was honored to be interviewed by blog . In the interview I shared how the name “Onerror” came about (Newsflash, Onerror is now a registered trademark and LLC!) tips for personalizing a home office, who inspires me, along with a few other tidbits. I thought I’d share a few of the tips on finding your authentic style! For the rest of the interview, click . Here is an excerpt from my interview:

You are a “Style Coach.” What are your top 5 tips for someone who wants to create rooms inspired by their life?

In no particular order, here are some tips for getting started on finding your own personal style:

1) Spend time living the life you want and gathering mementos along the way. Your home will come together as you experience life. It shouldn’t be an overnight process!

2) Create rooms and spaces to inspire and accommodate your life. Evaluate what kind of life you really want to live and set things up to make that life possible and enjoyable. Do you love to read? Have friends over for movies? Cook? Write? Have the neighborhood kids over to play with your children? Do you have hobbies? Do you host large parties? Make sure your house is set up to accommodate you—homes should never keep us from fully experiencing what we love to do. Nor should they be staged for someone else’s idea of a good life. Your home should make sense for you.

3) Eliminate things that are unattractive or don’t stir your senses in some way. Avoid random decorations. Most everything should have a story that makes you happy or reminds you of a special time or person. Or at least things should be attractive and facilitate your life in some way. If it is useless or ugly, get rid of it.

4) Make ordinary things beautiful. Most of our life is spent doing ordinary things. Those ordinary activities should inspire our homes even more than the few highlights of our life. Everyday we spend time eating, cleaning, bathing, sleeping, working. Take the time to make these every day experiences more organized and pleasing to your eye.

5) Don’t be afraid to ask for help in creating a beautiful home, but be careful who you ask. Friends mean well but can confuse their personal taste with what is appropriate for you. Friends don’t have to love your home. Designers can be a wealth of information and ideas but can also lead you to spend money you don’t need to spend and end up creating a home that reflects their style rather than yours. Find someone who understands what you are trying to achieve and can use what you already have and love to create something authentic to you.

Not everyone is naturally inclined to be able to arrange things in attractive ways — we all have our strengths. Don’t feel badly if you need some help in organizing or pulling your belongings together so that you can truly love your home.

For more of my interview on The Home Office Organizer blog, click !

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Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

For those of you who have been asking to hear about my airport {mis} adventure, behold The Airport Drama. As I mentioned in a previous post, I had traveled to NYC to see my daughter’s school choir sing in Carnegie Hall. It was a wonderful honor for her and a great experience for us. We enjoyed our time in NYC but to be honest, I was ready to go home!

My mom and I were flying home separately from the choir so we could use our United miles. We arrived at JFK two and a half hours early like good airport rule-obeying model passengers, and sat and drank coffee until it was time to board.

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

Mom and I — innocently waiting for our flight.

This is where things started to go downhill. Unfortunately, without warning, our flight was bumped three hours and we were going to have to spend the night in the San Francisco airport as we would’ve missed our connecting flight. After begging three separate agents for another flight to Portland, we were able to be booked on the same Delta flight my daughter was on. Yippee!

The only catch was that the Delta flight was leaving in 35 minutes. From a different building in the airport. HOLY COW! And we had to stop to pick up our own luggage from the United baggage claim AND get new tickets before we could board. We had to ride the tram to get to Delta, and go through security again. Oh boy. We were warned we would not make it. But, you don’t tell me I can’t do something! LOL!

So, with my mom following behind me, I started to run like a mad woman through the terminals. Mind you, I had no idea where I was going. We flew down escalators. And boarded a tram. And yelled out for directions. We took wrong turns. Waited for luggage that never arrived (because it ended up in San Francisco). And ran some more until we reached the Delta counter. We arrived with our hair sticking up and sweat pouring off our brows.

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

Winston simulating what our hair looked like after running through the airport

Of course, we got Miss Mumble Grumble Crankster at the ticket counter. No surprise to us, her ticket printer didn’t work and she assured us (shaking her head with a loud sigh) we would indeed miss the plane and we should just give up right now. Fat chance (I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it).

She motioned for us to go through security. We barged in front of about a dozen people (Sorry!) and threw our bags on the scanner. Of course, as always happens when one is in a particular hurry, my laptop signaled the “officials” as it went through the x-ray machine and I was told to go through the process again. My flight was supposed to LEAVE in nine minutes. C’mon people! NINE MINUTES! Everyone seemed to be moving in super slow-mo. I tried to appear calm and collected, but I might’ve ACCIDENTALLY rolled my eyes. MAYBE I mumbled something in appropriate about Delta’s service. I don’t know.

Next thing I know, I am escorted to the “Secure Area” by Mr. T. I was frisked and glared at. My identification was studied with a fine tooth comb. I tried to patch things up by smiling at the security guy with my most innocent grin (cheese!), but by that point it was too late. I was now a suspect and I think the whole airport went on Red Alert.

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

My best, innocent grin. Nothing guilty about this face.

I can’t imagine what all the fuss was about, but I was really getting irritated. After what seemed like a few national security conferences and phone calls to The White House, they decided I was allowed to go on my merry way. I’m grateful for the stepped up security in airports. I really am. Don’t get me wrong. But I had a plane to catch.

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

Me, caught on hidden security cameras just before entering the airport.

I noticed the boarding area was (good grief!) 30 gates away, so we started running again. Running and running and running. Had I only been wearing my favorite “sensible shoes” I could’ve gone faster. WHY, OH WHY! had I chosen fashion over function? My feet looked super chic but the rest of me was looking mighty frazzled by that point.

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

Note to self: wear running shoes to airports from now on.

 

We shoved past people and pets and probably scared a lot of small children. Excuse me! Pardon me! Move it BUDDY! Finally arriving at the gate, hearts pounding, only to find it DESERTED! Nooooo, tell us it isn’t so!!!!! No one was in sight. I sadly turned towards the window to leave when I saw it! The plane! It was no longer connected to the gate, but it was still there! The plane, the plane! I could see it!

We ran to the window and I started jumping up and down waving at the little men working below. No one paid attention. We found an employee with a broom and asked her to PAHLEEEZE get us on the plane. We told her my daughter was on board. I didn’t mention that she was with chaperones or that she is sixteen. Pretty soon the lady with the broom was jumping up and down with us in front of the gate window, using a made up sign language to indicate we had a “wee one” on board and needed to be let on the plane.

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

We went back to jumping up and down and gesturing at the cockpit window of the plane. I can’t imagine the horror or laughter that must’ve been going on in the cockpit as the pilots watched us through the window. The sight of us could’ve alarmed them enough to re-alert security. I wouldn’t have blamed them, our antics bordered on the ridiculous. I’ll admit it. But suddenly we saw the giant gate start to move towards the plane. Fortunately for us, the captain had mercy on us. He had seen our cries and our groveling and took pity on those poor pathetic women in the window. In an exceptional move of kindness, the gate was reconnected to the plane on our behalf and the doors swung open. THANK YOU CAPTAIN!

We were allowed to board. After hugging the crew and shaking hands with Captain Tom (we would’ve used it as a blog photo op, but my camera was in San Francisco with my bags), we made our way to our seats. Most passengers looked at us with squinted eyes (the “evil eye” as I like to call it), but as we neared our seats the choir students broke out into cheers and clapping for our valiant and successful effort. We did it!

It was a proud moment for my daughter (just kidding, I’m sure she was mortified — MOM!! Please. So embarrassing.)

Sweet Escape {Mis Adventures}: The Airport Drama

And that was my airport mis-adventure. Have a great weekend, everyone!

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