but make it sacred… a monolithic stone island reads like an altar the moment you cross the threshold. a floating, leather-wrapped bar softens the entry + invites intimacy. a living room sectional morphs into a banquette via a single wood console—because flow matters [and gathering is the point].

drama is the common tongue: six-foot leather fringe pendants cascading from the ceiling’s peak. sassy + brassy fridge pulls shaped like angel wings. snakes slithering across a runner. a staircase that doesn’t shout, but hums—plastered low, lit from within, guiding you upward like a quiet ritual.

here, you give in to the tiniest details—vintage olive jars tucked into niches. an asian tea basket suspended above the bed. crystals, horns, selenite, fiber art—objects with past lives + future meaning. a shrine for a beloved dog.
and fuzzy-wuzzy textures everywhere [because softness is power].

but there’s more: a book nook drenched in clay, mushroom + ink. a banquette upholstered in vintage rugs paired with a tennessee-made table. an office that doubles as a podcast studio/meditation space, facing the forest, with moroccan-style niches for mystical treasures.

this isn’t just a house. it’s a temple. a vow to slow down. rooted, intentional—and very much alive.