ACK

I use a lot of onomatopoeia in my daily vernacular. So when I say ack! it's usually followed by a wonk! zoop! or meep!

But here, ACK is short for Nantucket, the magical island of ruddy natives, Vineyard Vines-clad weekenders named Chip and Finn, and grey shingles where I toiled away for the past three days to put together the interiors for one of 11 beautiful homes which are part of a prestigious development that is up for rentals or purchase this summer.

It was hard work. My arthritis is in full-swing, and my hands and legs are so beat up that i kind of look like a bowl of spaghetti with meat sauce. But seeing the finished product was completely worth it. I'm over the moon with how it turned out. Here's a picture of one bedroom.

Of course, I brought my camera without the battery. Of course I left my battery charging at home. So this was taken with my iPhone. But more pictures to come, thanks to my wonderful co-worker who did bring her camera and did not engage in a massive photo-op fail.

xo RJS