Annie Elliott Design
Greater Washington DC
During a recent bossy basic, my lovely client showed me her dining room table and chairs. One of the reasons she had called me, in fact was to get suggestions on replacing her dining room table.
The table was fine, she said, but the chairs? A little...strange....
Hi, Annie. I'm sure you have suggestions for amazing things that can be done in an urban rental apartment without a ginormous budget. Right?
I moved in almost a year ago, and while I like to think that I have good taste, I haven't really been able to put together a cohesive design/feeling for the place.
In some ways I'm not sure where to start...
On Halloween, another conversation took place, as we watched the replay of Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity on Comedy Central.
Annie: John, you will pick every last one of those Nerds out of that sofa. Do you hear me?
John: (Digging.) Hmph....
Gentle Readers, a while back, when I confessed that I was considering painting my living room yet again, a lovely note and sketch appeared in my in-box.
The author is Bart Swindall, aka Magnaverde, Chicago historian, Apartment Therapy contributor, tiny vintage apartment inhabitor and rapier wit possessor...
Not so very long ago, a conversation took place.
Annie: So. Darling. About the loveseat situation in the living room.
John (not looking up from newspaper): Hmmm?
A: The loveseat situation. Remember? The small sofa? From my parents?
...Janet! In response to our request for child-, pet-, and slob-proof solutions, she offered this:
Debbie Wiener's Slobproof I found a faux shearling fabric (shearling fleece texure on one side and faux suede on the other) that matched my sofa color...
The love affair started before the party at Timothy Paul Bedding + Home last week (My Notting Hill gave it a mention on Monday...)
The party was given by Sferra - and it was tons of fun - but Timothy Paul has always been my go-to bedding store for John Robshaw. So it's understandable that I would be thinking of Mr. Robshaw even as I cavorted among someone else's sheets.
Oooh - racy!