Dirty Laundry or Bubbles of Perfection

A little piece of PERFECTION

I Would Gladly Wash My Kids Dirty Underwear if I Had This Rinsing Area!

Not only a creative use of baskets but an incredible system of both decorative and utility shelving.  The area rug adds not only a hint of color but makes slippage more difficult.  Inexpensive accessories lends to the room a farmhouse feel.  The use of shiplap (thank you Joanna Gaines) creates natural yet warm walls  Detergents hidden in lovely jars, rollers for drying those difficult whites make the ideal compliments to this cottage abode.  Yes, if I had this charming space, I might concede to gather the piles of clothing off my children’s floor, used now for hiding juice stains, and pop in a few loads.  Why not let those bubbles flow…

 

 

I Drink Coffee for Your Protection

 

I HAVE FOUR MOODS:

I’m too old for this shit…

I’m too tired for this shit…

I’m too sober for this shit…

I don’t have time for this shit…

The best cup of coffee is always the first and usually sipped over the kitchen sink while chasing children of varying ages out the door.  Mine is at a very creative desk, loaded with too many accessories, files, wire baskets, and post-its.  I like mess.  I function well amongst debris.  I want a touch of flea market, shabby, cottage, industrial, and chippy.  And somehow, sitting at my cowhide chair, glancing at the matchbook and poker chips (laying in a glass bowl) from all the hotels in Vegas, photos of my puppy (yes, she beat our the kids as my screen saver), and a couple of awards, I operate at full throttle.  Well not always at full throttle but it hasn’t been too bumpy a ride.

So make your space a reflection of your own style like Rebecca Taylor and don’t forget the Keurig (STARBUCKS Medium Roast with a shot of French Vanilla COFFEE MATE).

A Crush on Charles Faudree

 

My obsession with all things French began not on a trip to Paris but one to Oklahoma.  I visited a home designed by the great Charles Faudree.  Based in Tulsa, his works appeared in numerous magazines from House Beautiful, Veranda, Traditional Home, and Southern Living.  He wrote six books, all of which I cherish, designed a fabric line, was named one of best 100 designers in America, and a passionate owner of his beloved Cavalier King Charles spaniels.  His illustrious career ended in 2003 but he still serves as the impetus for my passion of French and Southern décor.

As a designer of both quaint cottages and large estates, Mr. Faudree believed that certain little pops of “je ne sais quoI” or “the mix” created the look that we now all envy.

He considered “the mix,” necessary in all good design.  By placing works of art in a grouping, highlighting an entry hall to create a warm and welcoming space, and filling a table full of breathtaking little treasures to create a feeling, expressed not only his style but reflected that of his clients.  Style was the key to his greatness and no where could it be seen better than in his use of lush fabrics that combined buffalo checks, ticking stripes, florals, and, of course, toiles to represent a story, a statement of that room.

The beauty was always in the detail.  Past and present, old and new, rustic and refined, understated yet elegant.  But despite his famous mix, there existed a cohesion in every room he touched.  Consistency also played a part as he often used his favorite objects; French commodes, gilded mirrors, bergeres, shell boxes, plates, platters, and stoneware, Staffordshire dogs, grand clocks.

Charles Faudree elevated French Country to a stunning artform, tried by many, succeeded by few.  Known for his accoutrement (often without the pretense of stuffiness) his discerning eye generated beauty that seemed to simply evolve with ease.

Yes, Charles Faudree was my first design crush and I feel honored to be able to look at his work.

 

(all photos credited to Jenifer Jordan)

A Kris Jenner Birthday

My latest birthday is set to arrive in a few days.  It goes without saying that I’m thrilled.  I will be 56, the age where Botox and other liquid injectables barely tighten the face and my smile turns at the downward angle.  Also age spots.  As a dark skinned Scot (yes there are some) why on earth should I have age spots.  It couldn’t possibly be from the years of basking in the sun unprotected, could it?

Now I’m not saying that I want to look like Nicole Kidman, Courteney Cox, Meg Ryan, or the other actresses who mistakenly blew up their cheeks and lips but…….And what happened to Nicole’s freckles anyway? There faces don’t move.  Real beauty is Helen Mirren and Judi Dench.

I always love when an star or celebrity claim to have never gone under the knife (except, of course, the always acceptable jug implants).  Do these people (or at least their publicists) not realize that the internet serves as a source of show and tell?  Although I must admit that the Kardashin Klan gets better and better with each procedure.  And no Kim, it’s not shading, it’s called a nose job.  Also if you’re insistent on wearing extensions, please stop playing with your hair Khloe.  This may be the only family in the world where one of the girls gets lip injections, lies about it, and now makes a fortune launching paint products.  (I want Kris Jenner as my mommy).

Lastly, the gift serenade.  Married to my gem of an ex for far more years than any sane person could possibly tolerate, I suffered on that special day a parade of salad shooters, rice steamers, fryers, and crockpots. Now I cook only twice a year and aside from the mashed potatoes, it’s catered.  And let’s not forget my beloved children.  I still have an assortment of candles of many shapes, scents, and sizes, tiny sample perfumes that come free at the cosmetic counter, facial cream to tighten the skin, a mouse pad with Mickey gracing it’s cover, and gift certificates to Starbucks (I don’t drink coffee).  A charitable contribution would be lovely especially if it came with the name Hermes or Cartier.  My birthday wish this year, outside of a chocolate cake which I prefer but every year I receive vanilla, is that Kris Jenner will adopt me.  What’s one more girl?

 

Peekabooboo

According to the great Bard, “the eyes are the windows to the soul.”  In Shakespeare’s world (or Paulo Coelho depending on the who receives the credit) that famous phrase meant that the reflection of the pupil shows one’s emotion and truth.  So if we take this analogy a bit further, could we not then claim that false eyelashes, which add mystery and sexiness, has served as one of the gateways to Kardashian success (and of course their brilliant momanger (still don’t get it). 

For design; drapery or curtains or window treatments (whichever name you prefer) frame glass and molding and tell a story.  They serve as the baby blues to your interior psyche.  Not only do they reflect your taste, station in life, childbearing years, pet ownership, and budget, they put a spin on your style (mid-century, modern, cottage, industrial, farmhouse, etc.)  

So why does fabric seem to be such a forgotten art?  Or (God help us), why do women flock in droves to Joann’s and Bed, Bath, & Beyond to buy readymade (which as a sin ranks up there with cheating on a test or a husband).  First and foremost, their colors are abysmal, their lengths are incorrect at 88 inches long which unless your home was built in pre-1972 forget about it (as they say in Jersey), and finally the widths or should I say width are laughable.  When did beautiful, plush, rich window treatments go out of style?  With the advent of blinds and shutters?  With the escalating cost?  With the difficulty of finding  competent workrooms?

Now I admit I’m a panel girl; simple, clean, and to the floor (maybe with a pinch of layered fringe), but then I have yet to learn how to put on fake lashes or contour my face.  Still a two coat mascara babe with a touch of eyeliner…You know that industrial, farmhouse, shabby, cottage, and scandi all mixed together haphazardly.  Or let’s put it in fashion terms; LBD, Chanel purse, diamond in my ears (love the pearls but necklaces, ugh), sandals or small heels, hair pulled back, and a lipstick tucked into my bra.

I tend to go for restraint but I still admire that Mario Buatta dedication to fabric upon fabric upon fabric.  It lends credibility and refinement to a living or dining room. Hell you can picture the mint juleps (or straight Bourbon) served on a silver tray by an appropriately dressed butler named Michael in Charleston (wait that’s Patricia of Southern Charm).  But my point is, every great window needs a little something; a shutter, a piece of iron, a swag with jabots, or a pair of panels that actually fit.  Windows are the portal to your décor conscious and mystery and sexiness awaits if you just play peekabooboo.  (and a little FYI to the young ladies out there; you can shop in dirty sweats, no makeup, and Target flip flops but as long as you carry that Chanel bag, the salespeople will be bouncing all over the store to help you).

 

 

Show & Tell

So you live in a place that’s short on space.  Not uncommon for college grads, big city dwellers, or idiots (like me) that had to pay their ex-husband alimony.  You want high ceilings, intricate crown molding, iron fireplaces, weathered floors, open shelving, essentially a Parisian apartment in the 50s.  But let’s face it, you live in Des Moines in a mass produced, overpriced 1 bedroom, 1 bath that leaks every time it rains.  What’s you going do???

Add a focal wall (paper, paint, mural)?  Use nesting tables instead of one big bulky coffee console that overfills the room?  Buy poufs, benches, ottomans, even folding chairs for more versatile seating?  Throw in a fabulous chandelier or a stunning floor lamp?  Contrast colors to give the idea of defined space?  Place a mirror behind a loveseat to reflect light and create the illusion of something more grand?  Hide your technology?  Use corners for bar carts or architectural oddities?  Layer rugs to define and separate?  Mix textures, metals, and fabrics?  Use different design styles like mid-century modern and boho with a touch of industrial farmhouse?  Spend high and save low?  Accept that garage sales and flea markets occasionally let lose that little slice of heaven in what seems a pile of junk?  YES, YES, & YES!  Because show and tell requires creativity not size (at least not in design).