While reading Perfection Salad, Laura Shapiro's glorious romp through the domestic science movement (which brought us things like Home Ec. class and processed cheese food), I came across an apt description of E., my partner and favorite person in the whole world:
"A scientific theory followed by a piece of blueberry pie was approximately her style."
In one sentence, what perfectly sums up your own style?
No one in the office knew that beneath her sleek black suit there were remnants of red body paint on one of her thighs.
You asked.
Discernment in the happiness of being surrounded by my favorite things, the knowledge that inanimate objects cannot bring lasting happiness.
The CEO's hopes that she wouldn't ask that particular question were in vain; and the worst of it was, she asked so pointedly yet politely that he knew he'd look like a buffoon if he tried to evade the issue.
He was either very confused, or very focused, or very confused... which ever it was, he was always very interesting, or very interested... or very confused.
It wasn't the perfect cup of coffee that made her afternoon, nor was it the perfect book, but both, combined with perfect light of the late fall streaming through the windows when everyone else was at work, this and nothing else, was her experience for which there was no equal.
"Always in pursuit of a more perfect set of window dressings, she spent more on bargain curtains over the course of a year, than if she had hired a real decorator and seamstress."
OOPS.
Not finding any personality in the hostess, he dropped prone to the carpet, face down, and inhaled the tangy, sharp scent of the half inch pile.
I think we started a new trend on AT. Had this been on during the week, we could have started an whole new direction for design approaches....some interesting writing here. Rick, a great first line for a book.
She selected only objects which spoke to her, priding herself on the sophisticated eclecticism she brought to her small but extremely well curated room at bellevue.