Putting off painting a dresser last Sunday I lingered long over the New York Time’s T Magazine. I was enchanted that a “rogue cowlick” is considered stylish as my youngest is ensured to be haute with no effort at all. Enchanted, too, by the piece on Andre Dubreuil
and his family’s chateau. A man who displays his porcelain around his bathtub because it “looks nice there” is a man after my heart.
But it is the tile, too, that is so engaging. So lively and cheerful and chatty. It steps right up and sticks out its hand and says “Hello!” rather than fading into the background and being, well, background. And white (bread.)
And as my new tag line is “If Someone Can Do It, I Can Do It” I’m wondering how difficult it would be to tile….something. An as yet undetermined something that needs some waking up. Some pep. Which could be me, I suppose, as I spent hours putting off the simple task of painting a dresser. Heaven knows I have parts that could use some clever covering up.
Do read the piece on Dubreuil here if you missed the New York Times on Sunday. Image, top, photography Martin Morrell; production Gay Gassmann. Center is, of course, Tom Scheerer again from his book Tom Scheerer Decorates; photography Francesco Lagnese. The image, last, is Michael S. Smith from his book Elements of Style, which originally appeared in Elle Decor; photography Henry Bourne.
Clicking around somewhere a few months ago I stumbled on KC Co.
, this great little leather goods company here in town. At the time I was looking for a spring watch band and I thought their unfinished products were pretty terrif.
I like their guy vibe as most of my clothes and some of my accessories could easily come from the men’s side of the aisle.
Though they like girls, too.
They show these great shots on facebook of the products after different stages of wear. The piece above is technically a dop kit, but I think it would make a fantastic clutch with plenty of room for keys, lipstick, phone and personality. Imagine the mark your hand would make, dark and shiny where your thumb slid just next to the knot and the rest of your fingers curled around the back. Heaven.
KC Co. here.
I am on the outs with the weather, holding it at a distance as a friend or lover who has delivered a thoughtless slight but cannot be cut loose. “Not personal,” of course, and I can’t pretend it’s so, but still I don’t care to reengage and can’t forgive. It’s no coincidence that every thing I seem to be ripping from magazines and pulling from showrooms is green. Apple and kelly and acid, anything for every room to cut the gloom of the clouds and the rain. Suddenly, there seems to be a place for satin, space for leather and always a spot for chintz. Ribbon from a friend’s gift graces my inspiration board and boxwood balls bounce across the front beds and still it is not enough.
I need spring.
These are not meant to be used together or even in the same room. They are, clockwise from the largest leather sample top, B. Berger Green Leaf, Garrett Leather Chatham Chartreuse, Cowtan & Tout, Moss Rose, which would be on my office chairs now if it were not for Dexter, Serena & Lily Grass Trellis, which will live at my kitchen windows eventually, if I could just focus long enough to figure yardage, ribbon from a dear friend and Schumacher Honeycomb in Lettuce from the Mary McDonald collection.