Decking the Halls

A special thanks to Lonny for including me in their holiday issue. I bet you’ve seen it already and it is chocked full of terrific images and inspiration. If not, you can click over here. It was such a treat to work with Robert Leleux and Shawn Gauthier, thank you, thank you, again.

p.s. We are actually moving today so things may be a little spotty for a bit.
Image, Lonny, December 2010.
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Ole

Things are looking up as my Del Toro shoes have arrived. I was hoping they would be able to get out and about in all their velvety goodness. Especially as my boots could use a rest. Especially as I could use a rest talking about my boots. Shut up.

They are, really, beautifully made, I just wish I had some Go To Hell socks or pants to wear with them. Don’t miss that little piece of red grosgrain ribbon at the heel. Onward.
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Flux

Things should seem a little upside-down and you would think that I would be repacking the things at the in-between house, but I’m not. It could be denial that I have to finish the second half of a quite unpleasant task or it could be the wine. Still, I am passing my time going through tear sheets culling inspiration for the “new” house. The house whose move’s only appeal is its past tense. The as-yet-unnamed house.

So while I look one more time for my evening shoes (they were here, I swear they were) we can consider Mica Ertegun’s Ellsworth Kelly (I do like Ellsworth Kelly) and sparkling silver (oh, I do like silver) and the William IV table. Yes, I have a thing for William IVs, too.
Image, House & Garden, March 1987 (Oh, March, 1987 I remember you well. My friend and I were skating through our last, light, semester in college with many big nights out on a small town. Even as I was gathering my rosebuds I wished I’d picked a few more. Fraught with manufactured stress I did not realize that that was the last of my freedom.) design by Mica Ertegun; photography Oberto Gili.
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Water(man’s) Mark

There is a lovely picture (which I’ve cropped badly) of a Windsor Smith project in the January issue of Architectural Digest. The minute I saw the room I remembered it from a post on Corbu’s Cave, painter Scott Waterman’s blog.

That subtle, luminous chinoiserie shimmering on the wall is not paper, rather painting. But the really remarkable thing about it is the process. You can read how the project was conceived and executed here.
Image, top, Architectural Digest, January 2011, design by Windsor Smith, photography Erhard Pfeiffer; next via Corbu’s Cave.
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Christmas Card

We close on the house on Wednesday, take care of some unfortunate mold, and move on Saturday. (Assuming all goes as planned. Knock wood. Throw salt. Spit.)

I’ve had a few friends say, “You’re not putting up a tree, are you?” “Surely you are not decorating for Christmas?” Heavens. Of course. We have a seven-year-old for the love of Pete (and a 10-year-old and a 14-year-old.) Some things are non-negotiable. Christmas is non-negotiable. (There is also talk of a puppy and I’d like to say I am the voice of sanity, but I rarely am and, in this case, I absolutely am not.)

But as much as I love making our holiday cards, as much as I dig a paper craft, it may be the one thing that I skip. The current plan has two card sizes, a printed sticker and a couple of stick-on jewels to accompany the picture. “It looks like a truck, right?” To which they responded, “Um. Sure. Sort of. Maybe you could paint on a grill. And wheels. Could you make the wheels turn?” Darling, I can make holiday magic the likes of which you have never imagined. But maybe not this year.
Images from Harpers Bazaar, December, 2010. Photography by Lacey and this really amazing paper art by Su Blackwell. I thought these shots would be included in a larger story in the magazine, but they are not. Just like a little something in your stocking that you might overlook if you didn’t reach all the way into the toe. You can see more of her work here. Other, completely unrelated paper art at Mondoblogo.
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