Showing posts with label Prep Palace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prep Palace. Show all posts

30 April, 2012

Shrine To Summer

A couple months ago I met the wonderfully talented PVE for tea and she arrived bearing a gift...

And, after last week's cold snap, I figured it was time high time I unwrapped the cellophane and put my Fresh beachy home fragrance to good use in erecting my shrine to summer...

Some people have voodoo dolls they stick with pins, I have Simon Pearce hurricanes wafting Seaside scent to the gods of summer with each flick o' the Bic...

We also bid adieu to the orchids gracing my cachepot and bonjour to the shells...

Low maintenance is how I roll when there are soon to be PTH's on the line...

Ever the sun seeker himself, Pilge followed me from room to room to attic offering his moral support throughout the entire turnover and graciously posed for his post job well done pic...

But, once Napping Beauty heard the tell-tale sounds of a missing photo op she appeared on the landing as if on queue...

Sooo, take 2 with the Princess...

Before it's was on to the candle lighting and serious Coppertone chanting...

Kindness of PVE for always being so genuinely thoughtful and sweet, Unlike moi, who compleeetely forgot about her studio tour yesterday. I think all the Seaside incense and Coppertone huffing has affected my brain. I may need a pre-season beach jaunt to recalibrate...XXOO 

13 December, 2011

Entrance Table Christmas Face Lift

Before Kimba left she made me promise to post about the face lift I gave the front table for Christmas...

Ya mean the the face lift Greenwich Orchids gave the front table? All I did was fund the container and amaryllis pairing...

And, dump the cranberries into my Nantucket Hurricanes...

Thank goodness at least one of my holiday tablescapes required minimal execution cuz the round the clock guarding and maintenance of my cyclamen and paperwhites has become a bit much...

Yup. Nothing like rounding the corner after sweeping, swiffering and steam vac'n the joint to see this mess...

I'm like Buford Pusser patrolling the place with a dust pan and broom holstered around my waist...

Looking to catch and break up the criminal element responsible for these heinous acts of destructions...

Mmmmhmmmm...


Kindness of one Miss Lollycakes who will please allow the cyclamen and paperwhites to at least make it through the 25th. Lest she find some coal in that li'l stocking of hers...XXOO

04 November, 2011

Quick Cheap Change Artist

Since Halloween has come and gone, 'twas time to redress the entrance table's holiday decor...

True to my laziness word, I kept October's look and gave it a new face by adding some scented pine cones from Whole Foods and a few pheasant feathers...

 Et, voilà! November...

The life expectancy of those pheasant feathers wholly dependent upon a couple of eyes; Babe's critical one...

And, the opening on you know who's other one post nap. Yup, that'd be the sound of a timer starting...

Kindness of Babe for taking note of my ability to recycle. Taking NOTE annnd possibly taking advantage of Ralph Lauren's current 40% off sale ooone last time. Nothing says positive reinforcement like fuschia pink or purple cashmere cable knit...XXOO

13 October, 2011

HomeGoodn'

I've become quite thee fixture on the HomeGoods scene. But, so far, no luck with the hunt for my table's mate...

I did, however, score some very swanky bar stools made from reclaimed wood weighing in at about 30 lbs per to exchange for the très uncomfortable flimsy pair of last weeks haul...

While making my HomeGoods New York rounds today, with plenty o' time to think, I decided it was time to let go of my holding on to summer look on the front table...

So, along the way I gathered a few of my favs; mini ghost pumpkins, gourds, Indian/horse corn (that's what I call it and I don't want any lip), and a bundle of bittersweet from Greenwich Orchid (since I'm too new to town to know where to pilfer some)...

And, although not Carolyne Roehm worthy, Lolly and I feel it's definitely Babe and Pilgie worthy...
  
Good enough to get us through Halloween at least. After that, we'll stick a few pheasant feathers in the mix et voilà, we'll have the Thanksgiving theme in the bag...

Kindness of my li'l helper who will please respect the work we did this evening. Mummy doesn't want to wake up to bittersweet berries strewn about the place like Hansel and Gretel passed through during the night...XXOO

03 October, 2011

Daily Simon Pearce Fix

I haven't had much time to peruse the shops along the Avenue for all the unpacking and organizing but, I've somehow managed to already instill myself as a "regular" at Simon Pearce. They not only know my name but, the State I moved from, why my legs are tan, and what I'll probably be back in for the following day...

It started when I went in for the pair of Nantucket Hurricanes.  I spied a sweet li'l dish for housing our silk knots and cuff links in the closet. So, I went home, scouted the real estate...

And, was back at SP bright and early the next morn getting the Highgate Heart Dish...

During that trip, I discovered that I could bring in my large Woodbury Pitcher with the stress crack to exchange for a new one...

Figuring I'd kill two Woodburies with one stone, I also snagged the Woodbury Photo Block I had eyed juuust the spot for...

I shoulda been recycling my Simon Pearce bag cuz sure enough, 'twas back again the next day for a basket I'd logged during my last sweep of the store...

The perfect Goldilocks size needed to house the never ending to-do pile on my desk like, listing my too small sooob B² alligator belt strip on eBay and paying shameful parking in front of a hydrant Avenue ticket...

But, sensing  Babe's Simon Pearce how much did that cost me? was beginning to wear a lit-tal thin I switched spending gears and reeled in counter stools at Home Goods and TV trays at Walmart this weekend.  Bargains, I feel, more than deserve a credit or three towards my next SP visit...

Kindness of reader Katie who recognized me in Home Goods and gave the rec for Mario Batelli's Tarry Lodge around the corner in Port Chester, NY. It was outstaaanding Katie. Babe most especially thanks you for saving him from visit number six to Pizza Post this week...XXOO

28 September, 2011

My Gwynnie Bed Has Cometh...

Gwynnie P's bed in her Nashville digs...

Annnd, after weeks of sleeping on the floor, Gwynnie P's stalker's newly arrived bed in G'wich...

Now, moving on to getting the lamps off the floor...

Kindness of Aide-de-Camp Lizzie from The House Downtown for all her help and patience (emphasis on the patience) with my Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams Yates/Gwynnie P bed. And, Babe for the LARGEST birthday present I've ever received. Thank you for buying me my bed Dilly...XXOO

27 September, 2011

Boooringgg...

I know I'm being a total bore these days but, these are the things that have been consuming my time of late. Not stalking the Hermès double tour withthegoldHface watch at Richards, not gallivanting around town in my finest G'wich worthy duds, and def not meeting up with and doing fun things with my local blogger gal pals...

More like shhhleping 'round town in khaki shorts, the same two Lacoste polos, and end of summer lifeless hair doing getting settled tasks like finding someone to spray enamel my old bergere cane chairs a dark navy, which apparently is gonna take a month...


And finding, then lining up, an upholsterer to do the cushions and arms once they're done.  But, that's only after I destroy a few more brain cells deciding which of the two fabrics my other Boo at Polo sent I prefer and ordering the yardage needed. See, total throw on the same old khakis, polos, hair in a pony kinda stuff.  Babe may think he's spending out the wazoo pulling the place together but, little does he know he's saving a small FOR-toon in clothes and Hermès trinkets...

Kindness of everyone for allowing me another week or so of boring. Hard to write anything exciting when your day consisted of waaay too much time spent in the light bulb isle at Home Depot debating wattage's for each light fixture like you were constructing a model...XXOO

26 September, 2011

Lolly In The Dog Cat House

 Lolly's in the dog cat house with Daddy...

He said the minute she left to "run errands" and didn't ask him to tag along, his radar went up...

But, Daddy, we neeeeded those Simon Pearce Nantucket Hurricanes for our new demi-lune table in the electrical outletless entry...

Leeeelssss...

Kindness of Lollycakes for taking one for the team...XXOO

15 September, 2011

My Pet Rock

Several months ago Ali from the mid-west sent me pics of her daughters beach rock art collection...

My creative copycat light bulb immediately went off...

In desperate need of a door stop for the screen door leading up to the rooftop deck to keep the Ti-Babes from following me up and trying to horn in on my PTH's...

I lifted the first good size rock I spied. And, I mean lifted. We don't get many rocks washing up on our beaches so, when I saw a keeper by the pool of my cousin's vacation rental, I sliiiiped it into my trusty Bean tote...

Then it was off to Michael's, Babe's least fav store in the whole entire world, where I chose my acrylic paints and brushes in record time in a race against his Majesty's visceral reaction clock...

Rock, paints, brushes and Lilly pattern in hand...

It was time for Lolls and I to make like PVE...

Babe, still high off his fantasy of toppling Michael's shelves, had little tolerance for our project, especially when it infringed on time he deemed better spent playing tennis in 100° heat, and started referring to it as my pet rock...

Week after week, stroke inducing tennis match after stroke inducing tennis match of interference, we painted on...

Til tropical storm Irene became perfect storm Irene trapping us in the beach house with nary a chance of coach making us play tennis. And, I kid you not, he tried. Ever increasing 30 mph winds and a mandatory evacuation and I was the killjoy...

Through all the pet rock taunts...

Through all the, by the time you finish we'll be moving out of this beach house! we toiled away...

And, now I have my pretty from a distance door stop and the last laugh. My task is finished but yours, my darling Michael's vandalizer, has just begun...

Eight months and counting down til me and my pet rock will need a new beach house screen door...

Kindness of Ali, Gracie and Holland for sharing their beach rock art with Lolly and me. I already have my Montauk rock find queued up for next year's summer project. And, for everyone else for not pointing out the obvious. It's quite evident that my squashed dream of being a Lilly Pulitzer fit model is now keeping company with the one of my being a Lilly Pulitzer illustrator...XXOO