This restless kick I've been on has been brilliant. I've been saying "no" more than ever and all the time (like men do! Instead of "sorry," etc.), which is something I should have gotten better at ages ago. But better today than tomorrow. Tonight I skipped a party and moved my furniture around instead. More appealingly positioned: leather pouf, antique gateleg table, various paintings. Still to hang: new curtains (in "oyster" damask), rewired chandelier. And you should see the stack of pieces that need to go to L & O to get framed! Current look I'm pursuing: Charleston meets "Private Splendor" plus Whistler's Au Sixieme/the setting of La Boheme (Noted with a nod: "If you're tired of La Bohème, you're tired of love"). On a jewel box scale. This weekend, I think I'll clear my schedule and do my taxes, on which I've been procrastinating and... enough. I might even go to a hot yoga class (although it sounds like no fun at all). I'll set plenty of time aside for spontaneity like I love to do. Maison de Lux remains very dolce vita as always. Have a perfect weekend, doves! XX.
P.S. If you do 1 thing: watch Stephen Lance's film, Yolk, online.
*Too catchy for words: South African indie rockers, Dirty Skirts, "Is This It"