This is me. I am Elizabeth Young: a decorator, entrepreneur, community activist, ice skater, artist, writer, friend, daughter, sister, tante, ex-wife, girlfriend, fashion lover, reader, workout fanatic, lover of food and wine and all around great girl (if I do say so myself). I have decided to jump on the blogging train - which left the station a LONG time ago I admit - to express my thoughts and ideas about the world of style in Troy, New York and the world in general.
When someone asked me what it is that I wanted to make of my career, I answered that quite simply, I want to make things beautiful. Everyone has a unique concept of what beauty is. Yours may be dramatically different from mine. It is my goal to show you here what I think is beautiful, and how I worked to make it that way. I will post decorating ideas, tricks I have learned growing up in the antique business, photos from my life as a stylish person, and lessons on how to enjoy hidden beauty in everything you do, everyday of your life.
Though this may seem insignificant. it's not. I am reminded right now of a most over used phrase 'stop and smell the roses' and I can honestly say that when I walk past a lovely garden, or go to a restaurant with a bud vase on the table, I always, quite literally, do just that. I have a moment of beauty - a tiny bit of joy. I would rather have a million tiny joys spread throughout my life than a one-million ton joy heaped upon me. I can appreciate things more this way. I am not spoiled, just sprinkled lightly with sugar to remain pleasantly sweet. This lets me enjoy everyday - even the most outwardly mundane, and makes me happy. I find a million bits and moments of beauty in a day - like the wonderful morning glories that line the fence of a church I walk past on my way to pilates class - and the strange looks I get, decked out in my workout gear, stopping to smell as many of the joyously blue blossoms that I can reach - the little laugh I let out when I realize that morning glories don't really have a scent, as I try each one anyway, just in case. It could be a new combination from my closet that I had never before thought to coordinate, making me feel oh-so-terribly stylish the whole day I wear it - or just the daily phone call from my mother to make sure I am well - and nothing can top a piece of wonderful upholstery fabric that makes me giddy to find a needy naked chair to give it a home - I think I could literally write a million. But I shouldn't get too far ahead of myself. Stay tuned...
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