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Meet Julie Goldman, LA Interior Designer/Mom

As part of Expressing Motherhood’s interest in creative moms I interviewed Julie Goldman, a Los Angeles mom who is an interior designer. Julie also blogs on her site. She just did a great interview with Alyson Fox which you can read about here.

Adorable, New Orleans bred, Julie.
Adorable, New Orleans bred, Julie.

Julie launched her own company, J. Latter Design.

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Having recently moved to a new home I didn’t know how to decorate it. My brain does not work that way. I’d buy one item, realize it didn’t work and then return it. Wasting lots of time. When I found out the Julie was a decorator I quickly emailed her, our kids went to school together. She’s been great working at the speed in which our wallet can afford and keeping it kid friendly.

Here is the interview:

Expressing Motherhood has been my creative outlet since becoming a mom. Was interior design always your creative focus? What is your background?

 

I have always been interested in making things – from crafts to food. Interior design provided the opportunity for me to explore and experiment with my environment. From painting to weaving to pottery, I get to work with all sorts of creative makers. My background is in art history and oddly, forensic science. I have always been interested in the process of making things that are visual, whether rugs or fingerprints.

 

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How has becoming a mom changed or molded your creativity?

 

How has it not?! From creatively managing my time to designing and re-designing our home to suit our current needs. We’ve gone through phases where everywhere I looked was teeny tiny baby clothes to teensy doll clothes. I get to do crafts and cook with my kids which I love. I think the biggest changes/challenges has been learning to enjoy the process, letting go of the mess we’re making and not focusing on the final product.

 

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How old are your girls? How many hours do you work a week?

 

My girls are 10 and 6 (and a half). I work a minimum of 20 hours a week including bookkeeping, marketing, billing, etc.

 

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 When did you launch your business? How do you find clients? Besides me, at our kids’ school!

 

I launched my business in LA in 2000 or so, working first out of a small home boutique. Up until last year, I mostly acquired clients through personal referrals or word of mouth. Now that both kids are in school all day, I am able to spend some time focusing on marketing the business.

 

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How do you balance motherhood and work?

It is a constant juggling act. Having my own business allows me the flexibility I need to juggle trips to Target with the design center. I try to schedule certain days for certain activities like meetings (which usually require that I shower) and trips to the upholsterer (which don’t), some personal time to exercise and some required family stuff (grocery store, b-day gifts) but it never fails that any given day gets switched around. I am rarely able to work between 3-8 unless it is the two days a week I have a nanny. Then I am back at it after 8. It is the upside and downside to doing what you love.

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 I bought some amazing hand tie dyed pillows from you, how did you make them and how did you get them into Harbinger?
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I’d been inspired a few months ago by painting on textiles. There is this trend of splatter paint and watercolors happening at the same time right now, sort of a modern 80’s redux. I am friends with the designers who own Harbinger, Joe Lucas and Parish Chilcoat. It is important to build a community of support no matter what industry you’re in and I really value my professional relationships – especially because I am working solo so much of the time.

Interior design is such a different field to me. What is your favorite part about it?

 

My favorite parts of interior design are two-fold. 1. Thrilling a client. Knowing that they are creating a home, raising their kids, relaxing, eating, creating memories in the spaces and that what I have provided for them really works for them and their lifestyle.  Giving them even more than they expected. 2. Working with vendors – from the painters to the metal smiths. These people are outstanding in their fields so watching them create, learning about their expertise and bringing my vision to reality is really satisfying.

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Creating a space for people, families in particular is so intimate. Did becoming a mom change your designing ways?

 

I think it made me really understand the practical side of things. I am not a ‘fancy’ person, but nothing is as hard on your furniture as a busy, growing child. So I think a great deal about storage solutions, durable fabrics and finishes and timelessness. I look for things to be versatile and long-lasting. A few years ago, I created a line of slipcovered beds and headboards that allow you to completely change the look of your space with a new cover. Many designers focus on paint to give a new look, but though inexpensive, painting is intrusive and a pain if you’re doing it yourself. With this idea, I could slip on a new cover and change my whole bedroom in a flash or re-use a daybed from a kid’s room in a home office without having to send it out for reupholstery.

Thanks Julie!

Our Show Has Been Cast; Tickets Now On Sale

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The Lillian Theatre:1076 Lillian Way, Hollywood, 90038

Performances: May 10th @ 8PM, 11th @8PM &12th @ 7:00PM.
May 17th@ 8PM, 18th @ 8PM & 19th  7:00PM.

 We are opening on May 10th at 8PM with a special Ladies Night Out. For $25 you will receive a free glass of wine and everyone will be going home with a goody bag. Grab a friend and get your Mother’s Day weekend started off right.

Expressing Motherhood is pleased to introduce our cast for our Mother’s Day Run:

Joya Weinroth

 Bethany Winters

 Elizabeth Jayne Liu

 Beth Littleford

 Gayle Kolodny Cole

 Shannon Noel Webb

 Stacie Burrows

 Nora E. Plesent

Lisa Natale

 Krista Knott

 Abby Kohl

 Shannon Bradley-Colleary

 Laura Diamond

 We are opening on May 10th at 8PM with a special Ladies Night Out. For $25 you will receive a free glass of wine and everyone will be going home with a goody bag. Grab a friend and get your Mother’s Day weekend started off right.


 

 

 

A great present for you and a friend.

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**The discount will be in effect until February 6th.

 

Creativity…on hold….on purpose?

I have talked to  many moms over the years as I’ve been putting on Expressing Motherhood who tell me they just can only give so much time right now to their creative endeavors. They are currently finding that they want to give more time to their kids. A lot of these moms are smart and have promising projects they are working on but find the call of motherhood  beckons them.

I find that I vacillate like that as well.

A lot of time I fill my well with creativity and then I need to step back and focus on my family. It’s such a fine balance. This show brings me immense joy because it allows me that. But once again I feel like I need to focus on mis ninos.

How about you?

Hey at least I feel like a tortured artist, right? 😉

I love this song “Tightrope” by Janelle Monae and have played it at our show before. Because mamas, we are really walking on that aren’t we?  What a cool video to boot, I hadn’t watched it until now. Listening to music after the kids have gone to sleep always re-connects me to my creative  self.

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JJ Keith

JJ Keith is a Los Angeles based mom of two who will be performing in our upcoming show next month here in LA. She originally posted this on her own blog, it’s about the frustration of trying to write with two young kids.

Death Knells of Double Tall Caramel Macchiato.

Doing anything with two toddlers is like walking in ten feet of snow, barefoot, underwater, in 125 degree heat while it’s hailing. Did I mention uphill? And it’s a really steep hill. So running errands with my three-year-old daughter and my one-and-a-half-year-old son is not my favorite thing to do. Every bump in the sidewalk is a potential calamity and every shop door a terrifying barrier. While out and about I struggle to not accost passers by and demand, “DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS? STOP LOOKING SO CAREFREE AND RUBBING IT IN MY FACE!”

But because I had no choice I took my kids with me to do a string of errands, all of which were on one street so at least we were able to walk from store to store. After navigating four shops with two kids and one false-alarm-potty-emergency, we schlepped to Starbucks to pick up a double tall caramel macchiato, a treat for me to sip when I put the kids down for their naps and could finally get to my writing. As we entered Starbucks my daughter cut in front of my son’s stroller, blocking me from entering the store. “No coffee. I don’t like coffee,” she asserted. Not content to let the point rest there, she continued in her meandering but utterly charming three-year-old style: “You’re not being nice. It isn’t fair. Swiper no swiping. No coffee. I like coffee cake. We have a coffee table. I hit my head and they you say, ‘oh no’ to me and I say, ‘watch out, there’s a bear!’ I’m a princess and you’re a kingdom and he’s a jaguar. Rwar rwar!”

But I wanted that double tall caramel macchiato so I picked my kid up with one arm and pushed the stroller through the doorway with the other. Once my daughter was placated with promises of chocolate milk and coffee cake, I had a moment in line to scope out the store for writers, a dangerous thing to do if you’re a stay-at-home mother hustling to write every moment her children are sleeping. The problem is that I don’t make enough money writing to pay for childcare and thus don’t have the time to write enough to make the money to pay for childcare. I hate that this is how the world works, but despite the inherent frustrations, I love being a stay-at-home mother, or at least I do when I’m not running errands.

As I waited to order, I set my eyes on a man by the condiment bar working in MS Word. I pinned him as a creative type who had time to waste before getting down to working on his assignments, all of which were surely well-renumerated. I glared at him as my children squirmed and whined, and felt such a flood of envy that if I had been pricked with a pin at that moment I would not have bled, but oozed vitriol. As the man gazed out the window and let his document evaporate into a screensaver, I fantasized about grabbing him by the lapels of his finely hewn natural fiber jacket and demanding the business card of his agent. Or better, just pushing him out of the way and filling his screen with words, good ones, probably better than his. I wanted that man to offer to watch my kids while I wrote something huge and spiraling, something that would hurt to read. Then I wanted him to apologize for taking my job, as if there’s some finite amount of work for writers and everyone who has an assignment screwed me over to get it.

But instead I ordered my double tall caramel macchiato, picked it up from the bar, then set out for my car with the kids in tow. The whole way home I thought about the coffee I would drink, the words I would write and the way I would feel completely like myself as I did so. I convinced myself that an hour and a half is enough time to write. Since becoming a mother, I have tended to my writing like a daytime campfire — something I don’t need just yet, but when the night falls I’ll throw everything I’ve got on it until flames lick the sky. As much as I savor the buttery rolls and slippery hair of my babies, I am looking forward to the time when I can be a mother, but also something else.

When we finally got home, I parked my double tall caramel macchiato on the dining room table while I got my kids situated. As I tended to my son, my daughter peed in the bushes and — consequently — her shoes. While I was washing the pee off her feet, my son climbed on the table and sent my coffee tumbling to its death. It’s almost as if he didn’t realize that I’d conflated that cup of coffee with the writing career that I can’t seem to grasp when I already have a kid in each hand.

As my coffee bled out on the floor, I dropped to my knees and cried, at first because I wanted that coffee so badly, but then because I was crying over coffee. After a moment of hideous self-pity, I got myself together, and mopped the coffee up so I could get to work.