It’s Friday, and it’s our last day of deadline. My brain is tired. Luckily, Jim Williamson‘s is not. He muses: “The H&M opening party on Wednesday was packed, but it was worth attending. You just can’t pass up a $5 t-shirt, especially with an additional 25 percent off. Anyway, most of Dallas was there—the line was insane. And that reminded me of the line I stood in to see The Help. And that reminded me of my own childhood in South Georgia.
I remember my own sweet Claudie Mae. She came every day during the week, always waiting for me after school. I can still remember holding her hand on the short walk. Once we got home, she would give me a snack and make me take a nap. (So she could watch her stories, I suspect.) She was always smiling and singing some tune, and she smelled of fresh laundry and starch. She also made the best chicken pot pies ever. (I later found out that they were from Swanson) My mom still sees her from time to time, and Claudie Mae still calls me her “baby.” Unlike most of the characters in The Help, my parents didn’t judge people by color but by character. And Claudie Mae had plenty of that.
Speaking of character, the image of this cozy dining room has a lot. I love the green, which is something our parched landscape needs. Drawing inspiration from Brighton and the royal palaces, Designers Guild brings us the latest offerings from the Royal Collection (available in just a few short weeks). On the walls, we have Arboretum, featuring beautifully drawn trees and detailed brushwork in the Oriental tradition, combined with drapery in Isabella.
Trisha Guild, the founder of DesignersGuild, was honored with an OBE by the Queen a few years back. When she launched the first Royal Collection, we had the opportunity to see it at Buckingham Palace, which was a great treat. We also got to tour the Queen’s private art collection, and I remember seeing some magnificent diamond drop earrings on display. (They were bigger than Oprah’s!)
So whether you’re waiting in line for a t-shirt, an In-N-Out Burger, or checking out new release, I hope it triggers a fond memory for you. And now I’m off to hunt for an amazing chicken pot pie, which is as apparently only a trip to the grocer’s freezer away.
