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When Worlds Collide – Save the Date

A couple of times I have been lucky enough to have my blogging friends come to Kansas City to shop and eat and meet. There is nothing I like better than being able to show off this terrific city. Do save the date, November 5th, to meet the lovely, gracious and talented Emily Evans Eerdmans (I know these things are true because I have met her on her home turf) when she is here signing her newest book, The World of Madeleine Castaing. Better still, she will be doing so at Parrin & Co. at 45th & State Line. All the dealers will be open with spirits and snacks and Rainy Day Books will have copies on hand for Emily to sign.

It is the first really fun thing on my calendar after the move and I cannot wait. Hope to see you there.
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Avoiding the Misspent Life

As we are moving in ten days, things here are a little upside-down. It’s not a tight ship in the best of times, but now I am forgetting even regular events such as sports practices. And my anniversary. People are starting to say things like, “This just isn’t like you.”

Which could be a good thing. Though I’ve never relished nor revered housekeeping, my house is normally tidy; now it is a mess. I loathe a mess – visual clutter that reads like static during your favorite song (before there was satellite.) That said, my desk is usually piled high with several stacks of projects in the works. Indistinguishable to the unfamiliar eye there is an order only to its owner. Also, our kitchen island has always been catch-all to everyone who can reach it.

Have you ever worked retail? (I swear I’m bringing this all together, just hang in there.) I have worked a lot of retail. When you work retail you have a lot of dead time that you can’t really fill like you fill dead time in an office setting. You can’t wander off to get coffee or pop down to accounting to see if the asap check you requested is ready. You are stuck. If you’re lucky, you’re stuck at the same counter, on the same floor, in the same department with someone amusing. And if you are, you will find that you know a shocking amount about this person within about three hours.

That is how I now feel about Mary Randolph Carter after reading her book, A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of a Misspent Life. To begin, her book opens with images of Alexander Calder’s home and studio, which I recognized immediately, and then moves to her first case history of Oberto Gili. I have had images from Gili’s house in Italy in my files for years and then there is a brief essay on Gili’s theory of “The Positive Side of Having a Messy Desk.”

And that is just page 44 and from that moment I knew that Carter and I would be off and running if we were stuck in handbags from 3 p.m. until 6 p.m. All good things messy are in there – dogs and kids and cooking. Her book is a compilation of images of incredibly personal homes (and no, not all are) and the thoughts of the both the owners and the author about what makes them that way.

I am thinking a lot, lately, about what makes a home and what to keep and carry with. This book is a conversation about all of those things and we are quite lucky to eavesdrop on Carter and her friends. I wish I’d written it myself, and not just because of the product, but for the process.
It is significant, too, I think, that Rizzoli published it. Carter, who has been involved with advertising and publishing for Ralph Lauren for over twenty years and has authored several books, was not exactly a big risk. Still, this is not a flashy book chocked full of of-the-moment interiors. It’s a thoughtful book. A book to read. A book to recommend.
All images from A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of a Misspent Life, the title of which was inspired by a doormat from a discount store, which endeared it to me immediately. The images are of, from top, Gili’s home office in New York, Carter’s sister, Liza Carter Norton’s kitchen, Carter’s son and daughter-in-law’s unmade bed, Natalie Gibson and Jon Wealleans front door and Carter’s current studio in a recently renovated barn. And its white walls. Mary Randolph Carter is both author and photographer of all the images in the book. Which does make me think she would have been promoted to management straight away while I floundered in mid-priced shoes trying to make my quotas.
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Hunt and Gather

If Mary McDonald’s Murano ashtrays as bead storage struck your fancy you can find an instant collection here in town at Retro Inferno.

I left them all for you as I do not need one more thing to pack.

Or two or four.

Though I was mighty tempted.

Image, top, from Mary McDonald: Interiors, courtesy of Rizzoli New York. Photography by Melanie Acevedo. For more, great, coverage on McDonald’s new book, check Style Court here.
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Simply Divine

It’s been bookshelf bounty around here the last couple of days. I have neglected everything else and have been reading Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom when not toting or driving or fixing something for someone else.


Today’s post was supposed to be about finding cool stuff for yourself instead of letting catalogue companies reproduce it and deliver it to your mailbox, but I took a turn at Spivey’s Books and never made it to the River Market Antique Mall.

There I found this tiny little pamphlet-like thing, Interiors, Character and Color edited and written by Van Day Truex. For $3. Wonderful. Being so close to Half-Priced Books I stopped in to see if Vreeland’s Allure was still there. Was. Truly, I don’t need to be spending $50 on a book, but it seemed some kind of divine intervention so I lugged it around while making a quick dash through the design section. There, completely unaware that it is fashion week, was The Fashion House with no price tag. “How about $2 since the jacket is torn?” said the nice woman behind the counter. Um. Great. Thereby justifying the alluring Allure.

So while the youngest did his math homework and spelling, I was tutored by Vreeland and Truex. After all her musings on style and photography and attitude she declares, “…really, we should forget all this nonsense and just stay home and read Proust.”

Then, with iCarly in the background, I noticed Yves Saint Laurent’s note in the Fashion House that his entire home was conceived around Rememberance of Things Past. But I can’t possibly return to Proust right now as Franzen has my fancy and in the meantime I must ponder the allure of Bill Blass’s white walls.
All images Bill Blass’s home in The Fashion House by Lisa Lovatt-Smith. Photography by Fritz von der Schulenburg.

Jonathan Franzen will be at Unity Temple on the Plaza, thanks to the wonderful Rainy Day Books, September 22nd. Information here.
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If Walls Could Talk

As we think, and talk, about moving a few people have said, “Oh, it will be fine. I know you love your house, but where ever you go you will make it great.”

But it doesn’t work like that. Some houses are just great. The architecture is beautiful and the scale is just right and everything has been beautifully calibrated. Houses like that are not within my reach.

But the houses I will see, far less grand, will either have soul or they won’t. Houses have soul. I’ve yet to see someone inject it; it’s there or it’s not regardless the wallpaper or paint or linoleum.

As I came up the walk of my current house, toddler in one hand, baby carrier in the other, I thought, “This isn’t it. Darn. A waste of time.” A sort-of Tudor, seemingly smallish from the street, sure to be full of awkward rooms and nooks and crannies that a symmetry-and-space-loving woman like me could never appreciate.


And then I stood on the threshold of the front door, and, as it turned out my next ten years, and its energy washed over me in a way that the scent of baking cookies could have never conveyed.
Images courtesy of Vendome Press from Lars Bolander’s Scandinavian Design by Heather Smith MacIsaac, photography, these images, by Staffan Johansson. The book is beautiful and brings to life the philosophy that country does not mean kitsch. The rooms delight and while distinctively Scandinavian, provide inspiration for anyone interested in using that soothing mix of formal pieces, informal fabrics and wonderful color.
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