One Gustavian fluted bureau...
...and twin headboard covered in Scalamandre's Tipperary Check in pink.
Three London shades like these in the same pink check. To boot.
I hope her mommy teaches her how to tell me thank you. In Swedish.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Shady Intervention
An anonymous letter arrived yesterday.
Hilarious and so sweet. She's right...and I'm on it.
Any minute now...
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Exit Strategy
I am available for kidnapping anytime this weekend. Not that I don't love remodels. I just don't want to be around when it is happening. Please return me the week of Feburary 7th. I prefer Honduran coffee and crumpets with lemon curd for breakfast, a diet coke or two for lunch and 1/2 a bottle of French chardonnay with dinner. High protein low carb, please. Thanks.
Friday, January 14, 2011
MULTIPLE CHOICE
Monday, January 10, 2011
Closet Case
I wonder how much Jennifer Post charges for 40 square feet.
I bet it's worth it. Read about her here.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Reindeer
Packing up my xmas stuff.
These vintage mercury glass reindeer are my favorites. Love them. These were made around 1940 in Germany. Not a good time or place for reigns. These reindeer were the exception.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Christmas List
Just one thing on it.
This apartment designed by Steven Sclaroff for Andy, Kate & Bea Spade shot for The Selby. It's bril.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Plant People
...and I think he's going to be just perfect.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Making It, Homey
I consolidated my two storage units into one. That meant less space. So...I donated some stuff to a local charity for their auction and then I had to get crafty with my limited square footage.
I have a lot of artwork. I went to talk to Barry, the supervisor at my storage unit. Love him. I asked Barry, "Can I hang pictures?" From the look on his face I knew that I had crossed the line. I was embarassed. This wasn't the Barry I knew. The Barry that gave my kids unlimited mint pinwheel candies...even after I said that was enough. Twice. The Barry that chopped my lock off. No questions asked. I now wished that I could eat my words. Hang pictures. Jesus. What was wrong with me?
No expression was betrayed through those Scotch stained cheeks. Smugly and flatly he said, "Hang pictures?"
I thought...you know, I'm sorry. I thought we were friends. I get it. No pictures. I sheepishly tried to hide my decoupage hammer behind my designer jeans. Jeesh. Pristine particle board walls. That's a look. Somewhere.
Then Barry's lips parted...just a bit...and a smile rolled right out of those red cheeks. He said, "Nobody has ever asked me that before. Sure."
Think I'm nuts? When I was leaving somebody was bringing in a PLANT.
Friday, December 3, 2010
TAG SALE!
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