The Decorators are my new best friends, though they know it not. Always impeccably dressed and trailing a faint scent of Gucci in their elegant wake, their very presence compels me to flaunt every piece of design lingo I've ever gleaned from reading
It's like I'm transported to another dimension where potty training and housework do not exist. I catch myself saying things like, "I am loving the way this grosgrain picks up the blues in the ikat! Did you know I'm a flexitarian?" when just a half an hour earlier found me yelling, "IF I CATCH YOU JUMPING ON THE COUCH OR LICKING THAT DOORKNOB AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY HAND OVER YOUR LEGOS TO THE GARBAGE MAN, SO HELP ME GOD" at the top of my lungs.
("Grosgrain" is a new word I learned. And did you know that "damask" is pronounced with the accent on the first syllable?)
The design center was a bit overwhelming and I felt completely out of my element (Le Target), but in the end I managed to get several photos of myself posing with various pieces of furniture, select an assortment of fabrics, a sofa, sideboard, chair AND coffee table, and to stuff my purse full of complementary chocolates.
I now wear a knotted scarf and take my breakfast in the morning room.
"Girl With Knotted Scarf, Borderline Personality Disorder"
A few of the fabrics I liked:
3 comments:
Ooh pretty! Very stylish scarf. I was just told I need one to jazz up my jeans and tshirt look. I guess I'll need more than one since that's what I wear every day and I look like a compost pile of crumbs by the end of the day.
you are so cute!
Did you really threaten to hand over the Legos? 'Cause that makes me love you more.
Also? I'd like to take my breakfast in the morning room, too.
:)
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