Let’s spend a little time with your friend and mine: ID Collection’s Jim Williamson. It’s Friday and it isn’t 100 degrees. That should be reason enough for you to celebrate. Guess what I am doing tonight? You got it, another birthday celebration. This time, two friends are coming together for one celebration with dinner at Perry’s. I am sure there will be yet another leftover bone of deliciousness for the dog.
When I woke up this morning, the dog greeted me with no less than three bones—gifts from our dinner with friends at Boulevardier earlier in the week. There is nothing quite like rolling over to see an old bone (insert Anthony Weiner joke here) covered in dog slobber just inches from your face on the freshly laundered bed linens. But with such a happy face and wagging tail, my dog is is super hard to get mad at. You just change your thinking and say, “Well, at least it was a bone and not a honey-glazed ham.”
Saturday, we have tons of errands to run. We also have to be out of the house so some young creative types can do a photo shoot for a start-up clothing line there. That is about all I can give you on this yet-to-be-revealed project. I also have to force myself to finally select another fabric for my Moroso chair, which currently still resides at the upholsterer (much to his chagrin) because I selected the wrong type of fabric. Yes, sometimes even professionals make a mistake. I had some outdoor fabric left from when we re-covered all the deck cushions last year so I thought, why not? I will tell you why not. It looked like sad Helen’s sad dress on last night’s episode of Project Runway. It was a hot puckered mess. Fortunately, I don’t shed tears over inanimate objects. I have to get this selection done Saturday though because, after re-styling the living area, I have restyled myself out of a place to sit.
Rest assured that Max-a-Million has a comfortable chair in every room, thanks to me and my shopping skills. But me? I got nothing unless I want to sit 40 feet away from the TV. I do have some super chic slipper chairs from the 1950s that once belonged to the doyenne of a very wealthy Texas oil family. They were a much appreciated gift—although at the time, one was in floral chintz and the other in a pink moiré. I needed four chairs, so I took one of the chairs, and had two more made and covered them all in grey linen velvet woven at an old mill near Lake Como. Despite about six years of wear, they still look like a million bucks but feel like about a buck fifty on my rear.
Anyway, I did promise to bring you a sneak peek of the new collections headed our way from London, but when I asked for some additional hi-res images they slapped a press embargo on me and said I can’t release any images until September. But this image I found online of a Nicholas Kirkwood shoe should give you a good idea of colors and patterns in the new collection, which we will refer to as Urban Glamour. More about Urban Glamour when the “embargo is lifted,” but the look is going to be hot, hot, hot. Let’s just say this is the exact direction my friends are taking, with a few suggestions from me, on their new digs—a big, old downtown loft with lots of exposed columns and huge windows.
So that wraps up another week. I’ve made it through the post without mentioning the words “suddenly,” “sexy,” or “hipster.” I think this might be written on at least an 8th grade reading level, so things are definitely looking up. Until we meet again. Happy Friday.
