I am just back from a fabulous week in New Orleans. I am crazy for the Crescent City, and I think that I might just move down there in 2012 for a few months. I’ll rent an apartment in the French Quarter and see how it goes. Anyhow, I drove down to Nola and back, a long, 21-hour drive each way.
When I walked in last evening from my tiresome voyage, John was busy embellishing the wallpaper on our dining room ceiling.
There’s a lot going on in that sentence, n’est-ce pas?
Let’s break it down:
Wallpaper on the ceiling.
Well, you already know that we love nothing more than papering what we call the Fifth Wall.
And then embellishing wallpaper?
Yes, blogerati, we like to take wallpaper and give it even more oomph.
So what exactly was Mr. Loecke doing on the stepladder as I wrapped myself in the blissful arms of a vodka and San Pellegrino Limonata cocktail, my 17 Chester Court go-to libation of late? P.S. I am just crazy for San Pellegrino Limonata packaging, but more on stocking your bar later. I can’t always write about liquor and mixers.
Back to wallpaper: John was applying fabulous rhinestone paisley and flower trim that we had picked up for pennies in the bazaars of India to the ceiling with a glue gun and listening to the fabulous music of the late Amy Winehouse.
Does this sound like a typical Sunday evening activity around your home?
Naturally, I plunked down and gave directions, whether they were wanted or not.
“You missed a spot.”
“Two degrees to the left, yes, right there.”
Says John, rolling his eyes: “Embellishing wallpaper adds further dimensionality and further visual interest. Punch, pow, pizzazz!”
Notes Jason, “I need another cocktail. Poor Amy Winehouse, so tragic. Remember that time you almost ran her over on Houston Street?”
True story. John almost killed Amy Winehouse a few years back as she was illegally crossing Houston Street in the East Village. She cursed us out and then scampered off into the night. She was whippet thin and had the full-on beehive hairdo and Cleopatra eye makeup. And cursed like a stevedore.