It’s over. The Design House, which many of you visited (thank you!) and even more of you read about (thank you again!), has closed. Officially, we have one week to clear everything out.
If we want to go on vacation, though, we have about 48 hours.
My husband and I went down today to get a jump on the demolition. I have to remove the wallcovering, lighting, faux elevator…everything that I don’t think the next designer would want to work with. (e.g.: the “silk” walls? Coming down. The adjusted door frames and new moulding? Staying.)
Here’s John hacking away at the upholstered walls:
I do love a man with a utility knife.
More destruction:
Pretty gruesome, isn’t it? The first stab was hard, but after that…well, let’s just say I tapped my inner B-movie slasher and got on with it.
The person who did the walls was able to help today (thanks again, Roya), and hopefully she’ll be able to re-use some of the wall fabric and backing. The custom-made bench (Beachley furniture) and entry panel will go to the Stroheim showroom – they donated ALL of the fabric for this project, which was pretty amazing. The art goes back to Heineman Myers Contemporary Art until the folks who expressed interest in buying it follow through. And all of the furniture, lighting, and accessories, including the beautiful bowl on the entry table, will return to the Design House showrooms from whence they came – Robert Allen, Ebanista, Odegard, Baker, and Niermann Weeks, and J. Lambeth – until they, too, find new homes beyond the walls of the Design Center.
Thanks again, everyone. All in all, it was an extremely valuable experience.
