By Buffy York
When I was 26 I moved back to Tuscaloosa to take a job selling pharmaceuticals. Moving back to a college town was an interesting experience. I moved into a duplex lined culdesac. My neighbors were other single twenty something women who were stuck in the limbo of no longer being a college student and not getting married or starting a family anytime soon. We just hung out together on "The Circle" too old for college bars and too single for supper clubs.
Paige Albright was working at an interior design firm at the time and her apartment was filled with beautiful furniture. I remember having serious "duplex envy" over the massive floor to ceiling bookcases in her tiny den. This was the time that Paige assisted me in buying my first "real" piece of furniture. It is a chest that I still own to this day and it has served many purposes in the six homes I have lived in since it was purchased. This was the first of several transactions of which Paige has been involved regarding my home decor. Buyer's remorse is an emotion I have never experienced when I consult her. We have known each other for almost 20 years and I still own and use every piece of furniture, lamp and rug I have purchased through her. Her taste is classic and timeless.