Last week I had an extra special treat. Cinderella Syndrome had fully settled in and I was weary of shuttling boys and breaking up spats and finding all the things that need to be found in order for us to walk out the door.
Then Suzanne Cooper, one of my favorite antique dealers, called and said, "Why don't you come for coffee?"
So I got to go to Suzanne's house. It's a grown-up's house and is filled with so many just-right things.
It was tricky to talk and look as I did not want her to think I was not interested in what she was saying. I was just oh-so-interested in the kinds of things that she would buy herself.
Except, as I was taking it all in, what I was hearing is that she's taking it all out. Well, not exactly. The absolutely lovely antiques are staying, but Miss Suzanne thinks it's time for a change. A little re-decoration.
I was lucky enough to see what comes next and it won't disappoint.
A true collector, everything has a story as it should.
Then, long after my camera battery gave out, Suzanne asked me if I wanted to borrow anything from her library of design books. It was like something I'd never seen. Every much-blogged title stacked in her bedroom bookcase.
I took home a short stack. Every night after the boys go to bed, if not to sleep, I lie in bed and carefully turn the pages. At the stoke of mid-night I turn back into a pumpkin, but until then I am completely indebted to my fairy godmother.
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