Bridge. A word that conjures up images of high-soaring steel and concrete, combining carefully interconnected points of tension that are mathematically balanced for stability. It is a structure that lifts you up and takes you from Point A to Point B, albeit in a more thrilling way than any typical road.
Bay. A word that inspires thoughts of comfort and solace: water lapping, settled sand, and gently rocking boats. It is a grounded, safe, and warm haven of rest and relaxation.
Interestingly enough, I am physically positioned between these two very different entities in my current home, with a balcony view of the world-famous Sydney Harbor Bridge to the left and the quaint Elizabeth Bay to the right. At sunset, I admire both the high and mighty bridge and the low sparkling sea. It is hard to say which sight I love more, but rather than pick one, I choose to selfishly embrace and love both equally.
I came to realize that this comparison of a bridge and a bay is the perfect visual for my current “identity crisis,” for lack of a better term. I am a born and bred southern American hailing from Virginia. I love monogrammed napkins, overwhelming hospitality, and pimento cheese. However, my husband’s job has brought me to the vibrant coastal city of Sydney, Australia. Here I am navigating my way from a safe haven of cozy familiarity to a whole new world, testing my comfort zone whilst drinking green smoothies along the way.
While “bridge” represents this new life and the “bay” the comfort and solace of my homeland, this juxtaposition can also be transposed into the world of interior design. As a designer by trade, I constantly strive to find that perfectly imperfect balance between something that is soothing and peaceful to the eye and an unexpected twist that makes it artful and unique. You could say both as a designer and traveler/expat, my goal is to bridge the gap gracefully between my American roots and this new Aussie way of life.
I dedicate this blog to my late grandmother who loved travel, storytelling, and all things beautiful. After a trip, she’d often regale us with tales on her beloved screened-in porch amidst classic white wicker furniture. Or, we might have gathered in her favorite sunroom amidst bookshelves packed with the classics interspersed with punchy pops of art. In this same way of comfort with a luring of inspiration, I will strive to give you a taste of Sydney, with a side of the South, and all things beautiful in between.
Pull up your favorite chair and stay a while!