I've always had a little fantasy about being a hotel keeper - a little bed and breakfast. Although I no longer have THAT fantasy, I love making our apartment nice for guests - down to the linen hand towels, Kiehl's soaps and body washes, linen bedding, goose down comforters, even linen kitchen towels, blah, blah, blah. But, I show up and the housekeeper has mixed up the bedding in some crazy way - like, not sure how you put dark gray cotton sheets on a bed with white linen pillow cases, when there are dark gray pillowcases right there. OR white linen sheets right there. Then, mixing up the towels - instead of four nice matching towels. Why am I so anal about making a place really nice for other people?
I guess that is my job. Duh. Okay, now I get it. Who would pay me to design a room if I didn't care, really care about the details? I know it doesn't involve blood - and in a pinch, I know what is really important. But given the choice....I prefer my four towels to match. I'm so shallow. :-)
|Straight on shot of the main living room. It feels bigger than it is because of the luxurious 10-5 ceiling height!|
|Lee's writing nook with the Guggenheim back where it belongs - in NYC!|