I have an addiction. I can’t stop looking at furniture. I look at it, daydream about it, obsess over it, have fallings out with it and promptly make up. Furniture and I go back a long way. I spent seven years as the store manager for a national home decor store. When I left the company, it didn’t lessen the addiction. It got worse.

OK, it isn’t just furniture. I’m in love with all aspects of interior design and have been since childhood. The thing is, as much as I love design, there is one style that I just never got the hang of. Modern contemporary design has always sort of baffled me. I viewed it as cold, unapproachable, unrealistic, boring and frankly, pretentious. I was wrong.

I don’t know what happened. My wife tried to convince me, years ago, that modern design was preferable to the textile and accessory laden style I favored. I resisted stubbornly. A contemporary design loving friend extolled the virtues of modern furniture to me. I turned up my nose and refused to budge. Honestly, I don’t know what happened. Somewhere between a chaise lounge and a chiffonrobe, I discovered a Mies van der Rohe Barcelona chair, and things haven’t been the same since.

That said, I really have a lot of catching up to do. The modern design esthetic is so different from my old favorites, and I have so diligently separated myself from it, that even the old classics are brand new to me. Fortunately, I have my furniture addiction to appease, and I have no problem with learning to understand contemporary design one Le Corbusier at a time.

This weblog will help chronicle my journey to a better understanding of clean lines, minimal fluff and good design. As some who love me might say, It’s About Time!