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Caring deeply about details and taking time to get things just right is a theme for Parker, who works as a production designer and prop stylist. Pulling out a small dish, pointing to the specific soft pink color, she shares that she took this plate to the paint store to get an exact color match for her petite powder room. Similarly, she was searching for a standing, wooden closet for her bedroom. She spent five years looking for the perfect piece before finally snagging one for $50 at an estate sale.
“It brought more happiness than an easy, Ikea stand-in ever could.”
The same philosophy—looking for something great, even if it might take a beat to materialize—was in play when Parker first discovered her Northeast Portland rental. The A-frame home looked special, even from the street. It’s offset, like a carriage house next to a brownstone. Parker’s parents lived up the street, and she lived five blocks away.
“Like most people who pass by, I was intrigued by it,” she says.
When peripheral friends purchased the place and started building it out, Parker emailed to ask if they would keep her in mind as a potential renter. They replied sooner than she expected, saying yes, and she’s been there ever since.
While her landlords did an incredible job with the renovation itself, Parker has had to find some creative storage solutions, since her home is light on that. Luckily, her dad is a retired carpenter and has been instrumental in helping her build anything she can’t source herself. After realizing how few cupboards she had in her kitchen, she enlisted her dad’s help to build a stand-alone pantry—she designed the piece, he told her the best way to build it, or sometimes just did it himself. Together, they crafted the pantry, kitchen shelving, and the frame of her screen door.
“My whole life, I’ve seen him make whatever furniture my parents need for their home,” she says. “I inherited that mentality.”
We sit at her kitchen table to talk, admiring her and her dad’s handiwork. The shelves they made hold neat rows of spice jars, mismatched mugs and cool ceramics, most made by local ceramic artists. The table extends perpendicularly to the window, covered with a linen cloth and mismatched pillar candles. It feels perfectly suited to the space, like it’s always been there. She pours us elderflower sodas with lime, using a syrup gifted to her by a friend, admitting she spends more time here than any other room in the house.
“The kitchen is the heart of my home,” Parker says. “As someone who loves to cook, I was drawn to its openness and character.”
Sometimes designer-occupied homes can seem museumlike or too precious. The feeling inside Parker’s place is almost the opposite. It’s well designed, yes, but in a way that’s rooted entirely in her perspective, her experiences, and her community—thoughtfully collected, not overly curated. The magic is in the time it took to fill it.
“I want the objects in my home to tell a story,” she says.
She’ll be the first to admit the space was more sparse when she first moved in over a decade ago. Now, every corner feels alive—art and design books stack next to small sculptures; modern art made by friends and vintage pieces sourced from estate sales dot the walls. There’s a painting by artist John Vitale, which Parker commissioned, and a print of the eruption of Mount St. Helens she found at an estate sale for $2. There’s even a rogue tumbleweed dangling from the ceiling in her entryway. Parker does a lot of sourcing as part of her day job but makes a point to pick up unique items during her travels, too.
“If I buy something interesting for a production, and if I really love it, it ends up in my home,” she says. “But so much of what’s most meaningful to me are things I’ve bought abroad.”
This includes a set of tan and black Sejnane pottery from Tunisia; a striped, wool blanket she picked up in Morocco (that’s now fashioned into a curtain, filtering the bright, direct sunlight by her desk); sake glasses from Japan; a framed screen print from Lebanon; art from a basement feminist bookstore in Copenhagen. Even the photos on her gallery wall were mostly taken during her travels.
As much as Parker has brought the world into her home, she’s also built a community around it. In addition to being in close proximity to her parents, she now has lasting connections with her neighbors. Neal Morgan, who lives a few doors down, is a fine art framer, and has framed much of her art, making those pieces “feel like heirlooms” to her. Another neighbor is the godmother of her dog, Pepe. In turn, Parker is godmother to three girls who live across the street.
Parker’s willingness to open her doors as a host scales up, too. During warm, summer nights, she’ll have people over for dinner alfresco in the garden. Every December, she hosts a full-fledged “freelancer holiday party,” complete with all the trimmings. She felt a lack of holiday cheer after she started working for herself, so she turned her home into a nucleus for the self-employed. Last holiday season, she had over 80 guests cozied up inside her one-bedroom home.
Ultimately, this speaks to the world that Parker is building—both inside her four walls and beyond them.
“While I love to leave and see the world, I always love coming back to Portland. It’s home.”
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