Here’s what I’m thinking for a potential Thanksgiving ensemble . . . of course you can supplement your existing aztec/camo/on-point scarves, any ankle boots, good dark skinny jeans, tortoise sunnies, and chunky gold baubles where need be, natch!
Tips of the Trade
I’m still curled up at the W in the “Windy City”, excited to fly home to my babies tonight but marinating in the joy that was being a part of this great collaboration. I missed seeing a few amazing former and present clients (love you, M.E.!) and my voice sounds like Katherine Hepburn with a stoma, but at least I’m still laughing over stories from last night’s dinner at Dillman’s with Kevin Weinstein, Debbie Geller, and Liene Stevens.
There’s something very Dead Poets Society about the exchange of ideas, hopes, and dreams at a boutique event such as this. One minute, you’re the teacher, the expert- expounding on topics like mine (blurred lines between designers and planners). The next minute, you’re the student, the grateful recipient- drinking in the wisdom of peers and new friends alike.
I truly enjoyed the intellectual takeaways from my fellows speakers at the inaugural Toss the Bouquet – Educate. Exchange. Elevate. :
I could elaborate, but it’s impossible to summarize. It’s best that you sign up for the next fantastic gathering hatched by Beth Bernstein of SQN Events! Beth’s private dinner at Sepia was not your normal Sunday night nosh- it was absolutely exquisite. I’d like to thank the über-generous sponsors: Art of Imagination, Carasco Photography, Courtney Callahan, Hello Darling, Private Label Linens, and the W City Center. Finally, sending a shout-out to new gal pals Kristina Taheri, Christine Noelle, Emily Vandevender, Whitney Harris, Shannon Braniff, Lauren Housley, and Alexandra Jusino, all of whom went out of their way to chat me up, squeeze a shoulder, gossip (kindly!) over champers, and connect in a meaningful way.
Hot Off the Press
In the ongoing journey of making a house a home (though it feels more sprint than marathon, half the time), you meet a lot of interesting folks. With some, the telepathy is instant . . . with others, you’re speaking English and they hear German. Sleepless nights, endless education, spreadsheets to beat the band, living in your in-laws’ basement, having a baby the day you move back in, a little dreaming, a whole lot of prayer- all these memories had started to fade until Southern Living came calling for a little before-and-after-slash-holiday showdown.
Let’s all be transparent for a hot second. My house does not look like this every holiday (gasp!) but hey- now the bar has been raised and it has to . . . (sorry, honey!) It took a village to renovate it in two phases, and it took yet another village to style and shoot it. All that talent just hops onto the next project because life moves fast and humility is just part of good Southern graces. Well too bad, because SL is the best at giving credit where it’s due- so enjoy the article, but don’t forget to read the fine print on all the talent who helped us along the way. Special thanks to my very best friend, the hubs, for letting me lily-gild with abandon!