“About a year ago, just after my divorce, Victoria invited me to her New Year’s party. I’d never been to her place before, and I remember wanting to touch everything — the whole house looked like it was glowing. I nudged the flickering votives, added a note to the chalkboard, sat on the living room rug and ran my hands over it.
I’ve heard it said that how we keep our homes is a mirror of our inner lives. Everything at Victoria’s house was welcoming and chosen with care, such a reflection of who Victoria is — a nurturer, someone who cares about your comfort.
Being newly single, my own house had been feeling akimbo. I was living in the same space as before, only with holes where so many familiar objects had once been. I wasn’t any more sure what to do with my space than I was of what to do with myself. And at the time I didn’t have the energy to feather the nest for “just me.”
But here was Victoria, living on her own, in a jewel box she had created. Her gorgeous, feminine space reminded me that I could start with my surroundings and work inward. That a single girl’s home could be cozy, glowing, and filled with laughing friends.
Recently, I came across this piece by Maira Kalman on one of Victoria’s Pin boards:”
“And home is like this too. It can be an expression of ourselves in a particular space and time, an invention that never stops evolving.
So here’s to Victoria’s new home. I can’t wait to see who she is next.”
Mighty Girl //