I imagine you were hoping to check out an amazing bio about my life … refined childhood, ex-professional basketball player, comprehensive journeys around the world, and many publications of my work. But who wishes to check out another generic bio about an interior designer? They all sound the exact same to me anyway. The truth is, I’m a middle-aged woman, living in Chicago with an authentic passion for design.
Here is my story …
My affinity for style first became a young kid through my capability to change a cardboard box and Bloomingdale’s catalog into a two bedroom house. Cardboard cutouts rapidly ended up being a thing of the past and Barbies commanded my attention. From homes constructed on the ‘green lawn’ pool table to the positioning of furnishings in my pink dream home, I was mesmerized with producing the best space for my plastic idols.
My knack for space preparation emerged when I started rearranging my bedroom. In true Alisha fashion, I would move and teeter the furnishings around my room without soliciting consent or support from my moms and dads. I found fulfillment in discovering the many methods I might single-handily rearrange a space. Not much has actually altered in that respect.
Onward to my teens years where I discovered your house strategy section of ‘Southern Living’ magazine. I would fanatically memorize the plans over numerous coca-colas and a jar-full of pretzels, all the while, daydreaming of how I would have designed it much better. Eager to show I might do better, I found an old t-square and drawing board from my uncle’s past and rapidly got to work. I invested most of my spare time producing floor plans for make believe clients, drawing motivation from the generic housing books found in the check out isle at Lowes.
Then it was off to college … I was on a mission to obtain a degree to support what I already knew I might do. Attending West Virginia University was all I understood. I had actually attended most every house football and the periodic basketball video game since leaving the womb. Raised as a ‘mountaineer’ and diehard WVU fan there was no alternative. There was likewise no other path to consider besides interior design. While my friends dealt with exactly what they wished to be when they matured, I was fortunate sufficient to never have actually questioned. An interior designer is what I wanted to be and an interior designer was who I was going to end up being. As fate would have it, WVU had a certified interior decoration program and I was accepted, along with 19 others, after vanquishing a hundred other hopefuls during my freshman year.
Fast forward through four unbelievable years of college, returning home jobless, 2 years serving time as a retail furniture sales partner, and 6 months as an independent designer and I found myself at a standstill. I was no longer content with life in a small town. I yearned for more.
My desire for a wider market landed me in Chicago. Within minutes of walking into my interview at Ravio Interiors I understood I had discovered my match. The walls of the studio were lined with fabric and wallpaper samples, there was no stock of furniture to push and my future company had perfectly refined midnight blue nails. I was home.
You can currently find me gallivanting around Chicago pursuing my niche worldwide of interior design. I’m grateful everyday to my wonderful customers who have entrusted me with their homes. I live and breathe to have a relationship with a house and the people in it. As I continue to experience creative development and poetic license I find myself right where I belong … living the life I have imagined.