Ok. I'm going to let you in on a little secret...I'm a stalker. That's right. I'm a peeping Tom. When I walk the dogs at night or as I drive around in the evenings, I so look in every window with lights on and check out the decor. I know all the cool interiors within a ten mile radius even though the homeowners might be shocked that I know it. I also kinda stalk certain designers and their websites and sit and drool over the spaces they get to create for their clients who seemingly have no budget and have access to every high-end shop and antique store in the world. I know they say that being low on money breeds creativity and often genius...actually, I'm not sure if anyone says that, but it sounds good...but some days, I gotta tell ya, it just breeds frustration and a few hours of wondering why it is that I chose this profession and not, oh, let's say, cleaning up dog poo. I guess when you love something as much as I love the world of design, there are bound to be days that make you so proud of what you created and others that will break your heart. It's a tough business, this, and so spending a bit of time gazing at others work is my form of a warm bubble bath at night while mindlessly reading People Magazine. Let me show you what I mean... you may want to go grab your dribble cloth and call your surgeon, cuz these pics are going to blow your mind. I present to you, my fine friends, the world of Caldwell Flake, a Birmingham designer. Cue music..."Did you ever knoooow that you're my heeeee-ro...?" Oh, and there will be no commentary. These are self-explanatory.