Showing posts with label damask. Show all posts
Showing posts with label damask. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Retreat

Since my husband has been busy busy busy with the opening of his new restaurant I thought I would pack up the kids and head over to my client's new river house for the night.

Had a great burger here. Lots of suspenders and gun racks. We fit right in with our hybrid and Prada.


We headed over to a funky little antique store. What the hell do you do with these?


We bought this chair for my client's bedroom. It was a steal at $100. Won't be when I'm done with it.



Notice the charcoal and bbq (and yoga mat). We couldn't figure out the million dollar gas grill so we had to buy a Hibachi at the general store. We grilled ribs Fed Ex'd from Niman Ranch. City dorks. If I had known mobile slaughter was an option the menu would have been different.


Grilled naughty 5 year old. Meaty, too.


A few fabulous things can really make a room. A big room. This vintage sofa recovered in a Henry Calvin wool/silk/linen damask came from my storage unit. It is awaiting pillows in Robert Kime's Indian Pear. The KILLER Brazilian cowhide rug stitched with a floral pattern came from The Rug Company. My client is trying to weasel out a giant abstract painting from her dad's house for that big wall. Vintage French deco chairs came from 1stdibs and we had them upholstered in a burnt orange mohair. Donner and Blitzen came from the North Pole. Duh.