Between Farewell and Fresh Walls
- Dagmar
- Oct 1
- 3 min read
Stylist on the Move: Collecting Dreams in Transition
By Dagmar – stylist, wanderer, eternal rearranger of spaces
There’s a certain magic in being “in between.” Not quite here, not yet there. A season where your hands itch to rearrange, your mind drifts into sketches of corners that don’t yet exist, and every café, shop window, or autumn walk seems to whisper:
what if this belongs in your next space?
For me, styling is never still. Even when a room feels finished, my eyes keep collecting. A curve of a wooden chair, the softness of linen folded just so, the way afternoon light slides across a wall and turns beige into gold. These impressions become treasures I carry with me, tucked away like postcards in my imagination.
The Joy of Imagining
The funny thing is — transition feels like freedom. There are no rules, no fixed walls yet. Just open possibility. I find myself mentally layering textures: wool with stone, driftwood with clay, soft linen against rough beams. My mind is already playing, combining, sketching. It’s like traveling without ever leaving my own thoughts.
A House Becomes a Home
Of course, my little talismans always come along: the chipped vase from a market in France, seashells from a beach walk, a painting from a dear friend. They’re not just objects — they are continuity, proof that even as spaces change, home is always built from the heart.
The Quiet Reveal
And now it feels safe to share a little more: the bungalow has found its new owners, and we've found ours — an apartment that already feels like a fresh chapter waiting to be written. We’ll be moving closer to family and friends, something our hearts have been longing for.
There’s such joy in imagining the new walls, the kitchen and bathroom waiting to be chosen, the floors ready to tell their stories. Some pieces will follow me faithfully — items already ordered in the same beloved style. Others will surprise me, bringing in something new.
So! Lately, my days have been filled with browsing through tiles that whisper calm, taps that gleam with quiet elegance, and kitchens that feel like the heart of home. Some elements I’ll lovingly repeat from my current house—because beauty doesn’t always need to change—while others will be brand new, chosen with care, ready to hold future moments of daily life. It feels like gathering building blocks of comfort, each decision a soft promise to myself.
Meanwhile, boxes are quietly filling in corners, little stacks of memories being carefully wrapped in paper. Packing always feels bittersweet — closing chapters while preparing to write new ones.
Styling the Hello
Here’s the beauty: goodbye doesn’t mean erasing. It means layering. It means blending old loves with new discoveries until the space hums with life again. It’s the slow, tender act of placing one piece at a time until the atmosphere feels right.
And oh, that moment when it clicks — when the linen throw, the wooden table, the soft afternoon sun all conspire together and suddenly the room sighs, “yes, this is home.”
I am looking forward to the move somewhere in the beginning of 2026.
So maybe goodbyes aren’t the end after all. Maybe they’re simply life’s way of giving us the gift of beginning again. Of reminding us that change is where creativity thrives.
And between us — I can’t wait to show you the new canvas.
Keep on track and the reveal with show you more and more.
With love,
Dagmar
From The Art of Living Beautifully — Linen & Wood
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