My BRIEF life as an interior designer

A good friend of mine asked if I could recommend an interior designer.  Time for another trip to the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

Years ago when we first bought this house, I became interested in design and decorating. My brother and I had embarked on a kitchen reconstruction project and he recommended this online class with the Sheffield School of Design out of NYC.  My brother also has a boulevard of broken dreams, or maybe more like a parking lot. Anyway,  a couple thousand dollars later I was opening up my first course.  I loved it! Spent tons of hours meticulously watching the video, reading the assigned material and diligently detailing the dimensions of one of my rooms.  My grade came back A!

The next month, I was a little busier with life and could not spend as much time.  The third course came while I was finishing the second assignment. Received an A- but was already starting to think "yellow or maize who cares?".  Pretty soon I was dreading the mail.  I knew the boxes would keep coming and I had fallen behind, uninterested and frankly annoyed at myself.  The boxes piled and I eventually forgot about them.

To help my friend I thought I would revisit the basement boulevard.  I found all the material and 3 unopened boxes of assignments.  I opened the most recently dated one (2003).  The box had a lovely letter congratulating me on successfully completing the course and welcoming me to the world of design.  Not bad for missing the last 3 sections and assignments.  Guess I am now an interior designer... and have been for the past 7 years!

Think maybe I will just recommend a REAL interior design to my friend and pass on this opportunity.