As you can tell by my obvious discipline in blog posting (count the posts for this year…we’re not talking about it)…Moving on…

This petite project in April was just too happy not to show off. My PB clients have a fabulous view of the water…but had a less than fabulous loggia from which to enjoy it.

Designed in a Palm Beach vernacular, I developed a room within a constrained space to be happy, multi-functional and casually chic. First, the house was painted to an off-white to shimmer in the Florida sun and then the cement casings were fabricated for around the doors. The cypress ceiling was painted to cool & soothing blue and large vessels were purchased for around the pool. Not to forget…a few strategic trips to the nursery for additional landscaping.

We repurposed some original furnishings, like this modular outdoor sectional that I deconstructed and reupholstered (ultimately keeping a leash on the budget). The topiary stands were originally table bases. all of which can be seen on the final photo of this blog post in the “thank God it’s liberated”, before shot.

Adding the custom aluminum and marble console I designed, with an entirely open front, allowing for some chairs to tuck under for a private breakfast without taking the room of even a cafe table. Needless to say, it’s also great place to pour vino during a party.

The Sunbrella outdoor drapery was fabricated in yellow & white to echo the stylish landmarks of Palm Beach. On a more practical note, belt loops were designed to fasten to marine hardware fastened to the columns for billowing control, something we all may need from time to time.

A Balinese teak table was painted with brilliant white marine paint for effect and durability with a bit of style.

The day I finished, my clients threw a shin dig to launch their new space with wine, friends and laughter, which all were celebrated with abundance! Every single person was in love with this indoor-outdoor shag carpet in brilliant white. Totally comfortable and completely polypropylene and poly-fabulous.

This just becomes a distant memory of what shouldn’t have been. Sorry Mr. Builder and Bye Bye mustard house.