I never could pick a favourite colour. Sunshine yellow made way for passion coral before transitioning into forest greens and the earthy tones of desert sands. And I love, love, luuurrrved a home magazine or TV show. But what I gradually noticed over the last ten years, is that homes were becoming bound by rules. Every purchase needed to be "styled" within an inch of its life. Coffee stations became religious monuments. The era of greige took hold. And, while some trends died a much needed death, the idea of design rules stuck.
And I just said - F*ck that!
I want my home to showcase me. My life journey. My childhood memories. Tacky fridge magnets from travels, the pottery chicken my son made in kindy, and the giant peen from THAT trip to Bali. Every whacky, weird and unapologetically bold part of me.
And because I couldn't find what I was looking for in the big box stores and I couldn't afford to donate a lung for that gorgeous lamp from the high-end boutique stores, I did what every type A personality does. I went out looking and accidently launched a business.
And so Missy K was born
