Designer and Dogs Do Diet

Taylor scale tell-all

This is this

And that is that

And altogether

We are fat!

In "fat pants" - the holidays have taken their toll - I waddled in to Millis Animal Hospital to take Chewbacca in for a booster shot.  Alice came along for the ride.  As Alice's halter seemed a bit tight, I commented to Dr. Loehnig that perhaps if was too small for her, or did he think she was overweight?  He didn't even hesitate, he emphatically replied, "Yes!" and picked her up like a pot-bellied pig to be weighed.  The report:  10 pounds over what she weighed when she was adopted in May.  Chewy was next on the chopping block - only 3 pounds increase since our last visit a few months ago.  Fortunately I wasn't the next one to have to get on that big scale. 

Remains of the Day (Emily's Dec. 24th birthday)

Ah, if it were only so easy to get someone to control my personal intake portions of food and libation! Alice isn't going to like this new regime one bit. She may attempt to make up for it with dining out adventures: a full 5 course meal can be had on our streets and boulevards, in the bushes and down the alleys. People regularly drive buy pitching chicken bones and pizza rinds from their car windows. Last week an entire Dunkin' Donuts was enjoyed by Alice on her morning walk, still in the box! She did not share it with Chewy.  Half a burger was fare for the evening walk, followed by a nice cold draught of  melted snow. This morning Chewy tore open a bag and enjoyed an entire Egg McMuffin, untouched! Was he in heaven or what!

Doggie Dining Out - A la Carte BBQ

One of my mottos is "Never Pass Up Free Food" and I am a card-carrying member of the Clean Plate Club.  My current weight problem started in New Orleans this past Halloween, when I spent 10 days gorging indiscriminately on their delicious cuisine.  My daughter, Emily, can eat like a lumberjack and it has no effect on her metabolism, but then, she's 22 years old!  Honestly, I think I eat like it might be my last meal due to growing up with six siblings to compete for "the good stuff".  To this day, I will eat just about anything and everything, because of the insecurities I suffered as a child.  I can more easily reject food and drink that is mediocre, but if it is really good, I have no self restraint whatsoever! Hence these 5 plus pounds that have crept onto my frame must melt away or my clothes will be entirely too tight in 2011.  So here we go, Alice and Chewy, to a thinner 2011! 

   

Alice enjoying an afternoon nap with full belly - perfect!

Of Pencils and Pianos

So I sat down on Christmas Day to accompany myself while singing Come Unto Him from Handel's  Messiah.   Somewhere along the way, the D above Middle C developed a ticking sound, then it spread to the E, then the F, then the G, then the A, and finally it stopped on the B, black keys included.  This was highly disturbing since the piano had just been tuned, and albeit to say, this annoyance stopped me in my tracks. I decided not to bother Al Moles, my tuner, until the day after Christmas.  He came right over Monday morning, and after determining that indeed, the broken notes were the length of a pencil, he extracted a Brunschwig et Fils (fabric and wallcovering manufacturer) pencil. It's amazing to me that never in my life, have I lost a pencil in a piano! He said it happens all the time. Maybe I got a little carried away in the passion of the moment and with absent-minded abandon tossed a pencil into the abyss?

  

The culprits: pencil, tab, and broken paper clip

While the front was opened for surgery, we also exhumed a blue paper tab (that I use to mark both music pages and interior design magazines) and what appeared to be a broken black paper clip (the kind that I use in my interior design studio). Always eager to blame something for my poor playing, I seized upon these excuses and clear sabotage by some unknown person. With the evidence of three interior design studio accutrements, here we have the mingling of music and design...hmmm!

Pencil tethered to leg of piano

Al told me that one of his client's solutions to the problem was to tie the pencil to the piano leg with a piece of string.  Ha!  I thought that was a very funny thing to do, so I did it myself...I don't expect it to stay there forever, but you never know...I can laugh at the same joke again and again!  And in either case, now I know how to take the front off so that I can perform my own piano surgery, if necessary.  Now, back to that song... 

Happy Holidays

Marcia's Christmas Tree

Marcia Smith, designer extraordinaire, found this wonderful holiday tree offered by Ikea for $30.  It is suspended from the ceiling, so it barely touches the piano.  What a great space saver!  Marcia always puts a fresh and fun spin on design...see her website at: www.marciasmithdesigngroup.com

Happy Holidays all and see you in 2011!

Christmas on Ice

One of my favorite new introductions at NeoCon this year was the reincarnated 111 Navy Chair by Emeco joining forces with Coco-Cola.  It is composed of 111 recycled plastic bottles.  The red color seems so right for the Holiday Season.  I saw this ad recently and immediately thought what a wonderful Christmas gift it would make someone!

111 Navy Chair

 Coca-Cola wanted to encourage recycling, and this fits the bill for a beautiful product that will outlast us all!  It was designed by the Navy to be fireproof, lightweight and strong.  In fact, a stipulation was written by the Navy in the original contract with Emeco (which incidentally stands for Electric Machine and Equipment Company):  it had to be able to withstand torpedo blasts to warships, destroyers, and submarines.  When first introduced,  it survived with nary a scratch when thrown out of a Chicago 6th floor showroom as a promotion gimmick.

Available in a total of six colors now: Red, Snow, Flint Gray, Grass Green, Persimmon, and Charcoal with a new scratch-resistant finish.  Fabricated of aluminum, they are three times stronger than steel and amazingly lightweight.  Guaranteed for life or 150 years, whichever comes first; tho' I reckon they will be around a whole lot longer. What with 1000 being produced a month, this design has proved itself to be a design classic.  Thank you, U.S. Navy!

Norwich University Dining Room, Northfield, Vermont

Now here is a large order of Emeco chairs...would be a heavy haul for Santa, I fear.  Emeco chair designs have been used in installations all over the world, both commercial or residential.   Where else would you have so many chairs originally meant for warships?  Duh...a military school! 

Here is the iconic classic, designed in 1944.  I am happy to own four of the side chairs.  Be wary of the knock-offs...the quality is terrible, and they are so obviously fakes that there is no point in my mind of buying one.  Producing a real Emeco chair is a 2 week process that has 77 steps.  The polishing alone takes 8 man hours!

After 66 years, a new and imaginative innovation on this ubiquitous chair. Is there anything to add to a great idea?  One of my favorite designers, Philippe Starck,  imagines the obvious: add a rocking chair to the variables!  Time to pull it up to the fireplace and enjoy an egg nog...Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year!

Little Debbies

The Veiled Prophet organization, started in 1878,  is a venerable St. Louis institution.  Every December, a debutante cotillion is held with great pageantry, inspired by Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

 

The Bengal Lancers

The Bengal Lancers always put on an excellent show: marching precision mixed with fluff, frippery and frivolity! The costumes, music, clarions, and announcer all contribute to a bizarre and impressive spectacle only to be found in St. Louis!



With great pomp and circumstance, a Queen of Love and Beauty is chosen by the Prophet.

It's always fun to see generations of families in attendance; gentlemen in white tie and ladies in white gloves and long gowns.  It never changes - it is always the same format!  The new batch of debutantes - usually sophomores in college, are introduced to the assembly in a walk down a raised aisle to meet the Veiled Prophet. The most exciting part of this year's ball, and no, I don't think I imagined it, was an eagle flying down the runway and back again to its handler just prior to "the walk". It happened so quickly that my dumb digital camera couldn't document it. You'll just have to believe me, I don't think that I was hallucinating!

Teens Texting

Prior to the Ball's start, there is always a lot of activity going on in the side aisles.  This year the attendants were giving out yellow cards (like demerit slips) for inappropriate and undesirable behavior such as hooting and hollering at the debs.

Emily, Moi, and Nora

A best friend of Emily's since childhood, Nora Chambers, was our guest for the evening.  It was a working night for her, as she was completing an integral part of her senior thesis project at Tufts University. As a Women Studies major, her tentative title is "The Development of Femininity and Womanhood in the Veiled Prophet Ball".  Of course, drinking a glass or two of champagne was required to experience the Ball in its entirety and closed out a fun and entertaining evening!

Starting Off On The Right Note

Ah....nothing like polishing the piano, blowing out the dust and scheduling its bi-annual tuning on the first day of Winter!

Tools of the trade

Also on the agenda was to change the filters on the humidifier and have it humming when my tuner, Al Moles, arrived, so that he wouldn't yell at me.  Just last week, when playing a client's piano and remarking that it sounded pretty good, she admitted that it hadn't been tuned in 2 years!  I must have responded somewhat violently, because she said, "Don't yell at me!"  I didn't mean to yell at her!  I just feel so strongly about preserving the life and value of her investment.  Twice a year is Renee's Rule.

The belly

The tuning itself is a wake-up call:  tune up your life and get in gear!  The harmonic intervals resound through the house.  I find it as soothing as a massage, each note being coaxed to its purpose in life. I may be treating the piano a bit anthropomorphically, but if they are ignored and through neglect allowed to lose their tune and cause real damages, it seems so sad!   It  devalues the instrument and what sense is there in that?

Here I am in front of my piano, a painting I did entitled "Arabesque", and an antique middle eastern vase. All is harmonious in my life when I am surrounded and immersed in music, art, and interior design!

Gifts Of Glasses And Gloves

The personal casualties have been steep this year:  first it was leaving my T2 glasses from Erkers (that I had designed myself!)  in a restaurant in the Ozarks. When I had discovered my error, many miles away, I called the restaurant and was assured they would be mailed to me.  They never arrived because, I found out from an un-named source,  they were never sent.  This simple mistake turned into a real  hillbilly thriller with everyone knowing and related to everyone else, from the sherrif's office to the post office, and no one talking for fear of retribution.

Then, while in a mall shopping for Christmas, I stopped to rest and check my list. I blithely layed down my favorite gloves (black leather with bows and metal studs from Saks) on the black bench I was sitting on and walked off.  Gone, gone, gone.  To assuage my obsession and attachment to these symbols of personal vanity, I donated the cost of the gloves to 100 Neediest Cases.  BUT, if I see them on anyone's hands, I will ask them where they got them and be prepared to rip them off their hands at the faintest implication of guilt! 

I felt I was going crazy to be so careless with my possessions, and just after I had threatened my daughter with murder if she lost my gloves when she had asked to borrow them the night before! Perhaps it's too much stimulation, especially at this time of the year, that results in these mishaps.  I'm thinking that maybe someone needed those glasses and gloves more than I did.  The time that I had with them I enjoyed, so may they continue to bring smiles to other faces this holiday season!

Utility Men Gone Wild

These precise patterns appeared overnight at numerous neighborhood crossings - even on the unpredictable snow.  Multiple spray can colors were used to paint little arrows, polka dots, lines and hatch marks every which way...wild and crazy utility men with a spray can...what does it all mean?  Then everything was torn up and it was clear that there was a method to their madness:

Nice new handi-capped access sidewalks; good for strollers and bicyclists, too.

Note the special slip-resistant surface at the bottom of the ramp.  Everything was done to perfection.  Again, I love the attention to detail and pride in their work!

Heathrow Again

Funny, on the heels of describing the excellent Heathrow rest room facilities, and musing on my daughter returning to University College London for graduate school, I came across this youtube that put a smile on my face and brought tears to my eyes.  Yes, I can be very sentimental about the power of music in an environment where it is least expected and all the more needed! One more reason why I need to return to voice lessons so that I can sing that aria when the time is right. 

http://biertijd.com/mediaplayer/?itemid=23835

London is filled with these sorts of musical experiences, which is one of the reasons that I love that city so much!  Well...that and the richness in visual art; the beautiful architecture; the dry sense of humor of so many Londoners; the food (which is good now, thank God); the history; the culture; the fashion; the spontaneity; the "happenings" such as this one on youtube...one could go on and on and on; I never tire of London!

Over the Moon

I was asked by a client to do an out-of-the-ordinary project recently that sounded like a lot of fun.  The assignment was to make a reception room at an area boutique hotel seem "homey" for the family and friends who would gather on Thanksgiving weekend for a party honoring my clients' son and his fiancee.

Courtesy of the Moonrise Hotel

It was an honor for me to be asked, as this was the fourth project I had worked on with the client - a suburban home, a surgical center, a Chicago condo, and now this! 

The room was a blank slate.  Most people would have been content to settle for the usual run-of-the-mill stock and trade of the catering world, i.e. skirted tables and banquet chairs. But my client's vision was far beyond that of settling for the ordinary or the expected. Her priorities were comfort and character!

To keep costs down, we borrowed as much as we could from other parts of the hotel that they could graciously part with.  My client has always liked the 60's retro look, which is exactly what the look of the hotel was all about.  We ended up renting only a few pieces and plants to bring it all together.

I called my favorite floral designer Todd Johnson to put together some nice arrangements to decorate the tables. 

Three intimate seating areas were created.  I attended the event, and was pleased to see guests using all the areas of the room, able to engage in conversation in a comfortable and attractive setting, and able to set down glasses and plates for convenience.

At the end of the party, here I am with my muse and visionary client surrounded by our creative collaboration.  It's a happy memory in my mind, as I know it will be for her family and friends.