Hello, party people. It’s Friday. That means it’s time for some thoughts from my future husband, ID Collection’s Jim Williamson.
The bridge party: I will sum it up quickly, as it has been written about a zillion times since it happened last Friday. We went, we saw, and we did.Then we thought we needed to do some more celebrating, so we did that, too—until, like, 2 a.m. In any B-movie, this would have been the moment of foreshadowing. It was almost like we were on some crazy cruise you see advertised on morning television. In our case, we were cruised by the curiously young—all of whom were wondering, “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” But I shrugged them off and shook my groove thing (it may have looked more like a muscle spasm) on the dance floor. Maybe three minutes later, hydration called, and it was definitely time for a dose of reality, or as I like to call it a trip to Advil Town.
The next morning/afternoon, I realized I was missing my sweater. This wasn’t just any sweater, but my perfect-for-any-occasion Lanvin cardigan with handsome grosgrain trims. I looked on the valet. (The clothes valet, not my gentleman’s assistant. Like I have one, But I’ll take any chance to sneak in a Downton reference.) I looked everywhere. No sweater. My pulse began to race, and I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I grabbed my keys and decided to drive by the last place we parked. I drove by three times, and I almost caught myself yelling out the window like I was looking for a lost cat: “Here sweater, sweater.” I parked and walked around and wished I had a detector of sorts—one that was rigged to find lost designer labels. No luck. It was gone.
As I was driving home to feed the animals, I saw something black in the middle of the road. Could it be? It can’t be? Don’t worry. It wasn’t. It was just some old black t-shirt, which had blown in the turn lane. The next morning at brunch, I made a toast and bid a fond farewell to that cardigan. “I shall miss your warmth and good cheer and conveniently placed pockets. I hope whoever found you enjoys you more than I had a chance to—either that or they develop some horrible skin rash,” I toasted.
Now let’s talk about happier topics like Lori Weitzner’s new fabric collection under the Weiztner Limited brand. Lori merged her very popular wall-covering business with Pollack and Associates last year, which allowed her to expand her creativity even more. How she could be any more creative is beyond me. But like Rose sings in Gypsy, “Ya either got it, or ya ain’t.” Lori has been a force in the design world for many years, winning numerous awards. Some of her designs are in permanent collections at museums around the world. Her subtle and sophisticated work has graced everything from packaging for beauty giants such as Estée Lauder and Calvin Klein to fabric designs from SAHCO, Creation Baumann, and Jack Lenor Larsen. The woman just can’t not design. Her new designs are arriving as I type. Come see what all the fuss is about and take a little bit of Lori home with you. It could just be the inspiration you are looking for.
I also want to give one final word of advice—it’s not design related. If you’re wearing a slim cut blazer, please remove all wallets, smartphones, Carmex, and tissues before being photographed or it will look like you had a bad boob job by that lady with the cement mixer.
