Dear Mr. Redd,
Lately I begin my days with surly, grumbly children. They grouse and groan about the tortures of their country club life: the practices are too early, the towels are wet as they were left in a heap and I do not keep sufficient track of the location of goggles.
They do, eventually, warm up. Cheerful and chatty by mid-day, they stand at my desk and enumerate the places I need to take them, mystified at any sign of impatience that they are interrupting my "playing" on the computer.
At night they are exhausted. The youngest lay their sun bleached heads upon their pillows, smelling of chlorine even if they have had the rare shower, and we read adventures of children in the Everglades or of a teenaged spy single-handedly saving the world.
After they are tucked in and I am able to relax, the sounds of my teenaged son laughing at marathon episodes of Friends in the background, I take care to do something really good. I wanted to thank you for a few delightful moments spent with wicker and printed linen and a floral bedroom with a door painted the most delicious color green. The work was not for me, I know, but the images inspire me and while my talent is not Redd-y, it reassures me that I am on the right track.
Devotedly, Patricia
New York-based decorator, Miles Redd, hails from Atlanta as you likely know. I spent a couple of days in Atlanta recently and Suzanne Kasler treated me to a shopping tour of the city. You can find the highlights on archdigest.com here.
Three images, top, the home of Jennifer and Dominic Moross, design by Miles Redd, photography Miguel Flores-Vianna, produced by Howard Christian, Architectural Digest, July 2012. Kasler image by Pieter Estershohn.
Confirmation that everyone worth knowing passes through Atlanta at some point, and not just as a brief stop at Hartsfield!
ReplyDeleteI know you had fun in Hotlanta. Have a wonderful summer with the boys. Magazines have inspired me for years.
ReplyDeletebeautiful images.....smiles
ReplyDeleteThis hit just the right note as I sit down after a long supermarket/Target summer needs day with my griping jetlagged children. Although in my case, I thank not just Miles Redd, but your lovely voice as well!!
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ReplyDeleteI got a real chuckle out of your post today. My girls are now grown, with small ones of their own, but oh do I remember those summer days, and the great life they lived. You so reminded me of the smell of chlorine in their hair, too. And yes, grumbling about swimming team practice so early in the morning for them...and on and on. Funny how now it all is remembered with tenderness. Thanks for this delightful post!
This home is so amazingly traditional with a twist--just look at those dressmaker curtains in the living room. I haven't seen this level of fine detailing in a long, long time. Thanks for the heads-up.
ReplyDeleteHave a super week-end.
Mary
This home is so amazingly traditional with a twist--just look at those dressmaker curtains in the living room. I haven't seen this level of fine detailing in a long, long time. Late neoclassical antiques in the breakfast room, yes!! Thanks for the heads-up.
ReplyDeleteHave a super week-end.
Mary
Patricia this sounds just like the days when my children were young;summers filled as they played tennis, were on swim team at Woodside Racquet Club!
ReplyDeleteLuscious images!
xoxo
Karena
Art by Karena
Artist Series 2012
I am grateful for your lovely posts! This one shows me a parallel universe....I smell the chlorine heads and hear the laughters of my teens when they watch their shows, while I play on the computer....
ReplyDeleteAlso loved your Atlanta article! Wonderful, makes me want to fly south!
Happy summer, Patricia!
that good interior very nice
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