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Many of Dessin Fournir’s pieces make me feel that way and I don’t care how many times I see that perfect dining room table in one layout or another, I will always think of it as mine.
Kansas City is the kind of place that has more like two degrees of separation than six. As I was working out yesterday and recounting the antics of the weekend nearly every woman there was saying, “Who? Oh, right, his sister was in my class.” or “His mother is a good friend of mine.” or “I think she’s listing a house on our street.” Like that.
Certainly, only good things could come from a room like this. The sunlight alone would fill you with joy and happily serve as muse each and every day. This is the studio of Mae Mougin, a ceramist who lives in Southampton, New York.
Sometimes there is a sort of harmonic convergence to blogging. One thing leads to the next and your realize the time is now. I am going to Las Vegas on Friday and I have been mentally counting the days, if not scratching them into the wall of my cell. Then a reader asked yesterday about the Bunny Williams room and I pulled it out to look at it again and thought, “I must take my stitching on the plane.” It has languished in the bag too long. Then I remembered an email Jennifer had sent me almost a year ago.