I had a “work thing” last night. You have no idea the giddy thrill it gives me to say this to Mr. Blandings. “I’ll be out Wednesday. I have a thing for work.” In this particular setting people introduce me by saying, “She writes a column for Spaces.” or “She has a blog.” rather than, “She has three boys, Kindergarten, 3rd and 6th.” While the later is exponentially more significant, the former leads to better cocktail party talk.
Like linking the spelling words to their meanings in the grade school worksheet, one can draw the criss-crossed lines from ’72 to ’08. Chairs, chairs, chairs, mostly French and many painted. Chinoiserie table. Chic and modern art. Stunning wood floors with patterned rugs. A mix of metal finishes both white and yellow. Ceramic lamps. Even pillows on the sofa, two matching, others different, carries through.
So with the boys in bed, notes for the article scattered everywhere and design magazines and books piled higgledy piggeldy I had that moment of calm. All the answers to the universe are there for the taking. The issues of space, balance and color remain the same. All you have to do is finish your homework.