Posts Tagged ‘Maine Coons’
This is when all my Nate Berkus-watching comes back to bite me in the ass.
Actually, that’s not entirely true.
For any party I’ve ever thrown – and there was many a Champs-fueled blowout at my St. Marks Place pad in the Nineties – I have worked by fingers to the bone scrubbing and zhushing right up until that first doorbell rings. And that’s when I maybe, at most, had about 900 square feet to contend with.
My post-swingle, all-grown-up dwelling is considerably bigger, and spread out on three floors. And there are two other people who share it with me, plus Thunder and Lightning, the world’s cutest Maine Coons. (Okay, so maybe they’re not literally the world’s cutest – they haven’t won any prizes or medals or anything – but they are so adorable that you just want to squish ‘em.)
So tomorrow night we’re having a fairly substantial holiday bash. And there are several people who will be seeing our home for the first time. Thus, I’m in a tizzy.
I already went into overdrive getting my office tricked-out – a new navy rug, that murky teal “accent” wall, that stunning Jodi Cobb ‘ocean off the coast of Alabama’ image I told you about. And then just this week, I decided that the new navy slipcover I bought for the loveseat needed “texture” in the form of a dark teal chenille throw I rush-ordered from Overstock.com. I’m such a nut that I spent almost as much on shipping as I did on the throw itself.
And now it’s on to the rest of the house. The Wee Lass picked out a festive Hello Kitty comforter for her bed, and I nabbed this Martha Stewart quilt at Macy’s for the bed in the master bedroom. And now I’m sort of kicking myself that I didn’t pick up the pillow shams to go with. Although I already have really great shams, expensive ones from ABC Carpet, including a pale-teal matelassé set with embroidered bees that remind me of Napoleon.
A fun fact about Momover Lady: She’s obsessed with Napoleon and Josephine. Have you guys every read those fantastic faux-ish Josephine diaries by Sandra Gulland? They are beyond beyond.
Anyway, I keep telling myself that my imaginary bestie Nate wouldn’t want the bed in my master bedroom to be too matchy-matchy, and he’d strongly urge me against running back over to Macy’s and picking up the Martha pillow shams. We’ll see if I can hold off; I’m so compulsive that it’s almost certain I will in fact be making a mid-afternoon sham run.
But first the Wee Lass and I have to make several dozen frosted Xmas cookies. They won’t be the gourmet numbers that my pal Rebecca Giles is whipping up for Cookies for Kids’ Cancer – prefab dough is involved – but they’ll be yummy nonetheless.
Alrighty, I better get moving. I need to meditate so I won’t go too too too bananas with the party-prep. After all, I’ll need to have some energy for my guests. Guests who I very much hope won’t be checking closets for dust-bunnies and tsk tsk-ing my pillow sham situation. TGIF, my lovelies.