Tasteful friends... indoor-scarves, Botox, fillers and fox hunts

Botox is a lifesaver

Well, I guess I'm happy they're happy.

Too much upholstering, too much fabric, looooove the dog!!

It'd be like living in a museum.

I can't imagine binge-watching The Brady Bunch there.

I notice he makes a point of youthful energy. He walks quickly, bounds up and down stairs, briskly handles objets. It's all so determined and Mame Dennis Live! Live! Live!

And I love the partner's ageless perfection and flawless skin.

Virginia's version of Sigfried and Roy.

It's a great house. I saw it before the current owner bought it and it was in very good condition, having been required, plaster and masonry and woodwork repaired and in good order. Some of the bathrooms and the kitchen were in progress.

The owner would have you believe he saved it from a perilous wreck when in fact the architecture inside and out looks much as it does today. He decorated.

And he's an idiot. "The house was built in 1907 [that much is correct]...H.H. Richardson was the architect that worked on this and he had on his staff at the time Stanford White...".

That would make it a very special house indeed, considering that H.H. Richardson not only had nothing to do with the design but he died in 1886. And Stanford White did indeed work as Richardson's assistant, from the age of 18, but White spent 1878 on a tour of Europe and formed a partnership of McKim Mead & White in 1879, and was murdered in Madison Square Garden in June if 1906. Neither dead man had anything to do with the design of the house in question.

An interior designer interested in historic houses should know as much. Or make it a point to find out. Moreover he should know not to embroider facts so ridiculously wrong that anyone would know better.

...having been rewired

[quote]Moreover he should know not to embroider facts so ridiculously wrong that anyone would know better.

Or care.

Love it. Lots of fun items to look at, details to enjoy. Looks comfy.

The owners' exteriors, however, look frighteningly overworked—doubtless necessary in their line of work.

The Fox Terrier needs her ears folded.

Looks like a bitch to clean.

I want their life.