A friend of mine was awakened by a call this morning at 7:45 a.m. from Apples To Zinnias Florist. They asked to confirm her address for a floral delivery tomorrow, on VD day that was supposed to be a romantic surprise. Knowing nothing about this, she stumbled over her words and even admonished the caller for checking with her, not the sender. Well, said the store clerk, he was supposed to get back with us and and didn’t and besides, it’s the thought that counts. This is one of the many reasons why Valentines Day is my least favorite holiday — really, it’s not even a holiday. We are celebrating, I think, the death of a martyred, likely conservative fanatic who left a goodbye note for the woman he loved and was executed for his faith. Now you cannot escape the red hearts and roses, paper plates and napkins, getting mad at your spouse for not dropping $75 on a dozen perfect red roses (or for the wisely frugal, 24 at Sams for $27) or the urge to wear your heart on your sleeve — or chest.
So what do you think? Florist faux paux? Must I run to Victoria’s Secret first thing in the am for something, anything, red and (I guess) lacy?
[Photo by Mali Azima] After sifting through the many beautiful bedrooms that have appeared in D Home for our bedroom feature, I have a new appreciation for bedrooms in general. Making a perfect bedroom isn’t that easy. If you’ve just now realized this too, head to your local Pottery Barn on Sunday, Feb. 24, for a complimentary class on creating a dream bedroom (or “dreamy oasis” as we dubbed it). Learn how to arrange furniture, choose bedding, and add accessories; they certainly know how. (Pictured is Sarah Bloom’s lilac bedroom)
Joe Minton and Kevin Peavy attended a cocktail buffet on February 2 at Rana and Saad Chehabi’s amazing Euclid Ave. house, in honor of lovely Gloria Godat’s engagement to dashing Latin Amercian diplomat Juan Ernesto Snead. The Chehabis own Dallas-based Ancient Venetian Floor Company, so of course the tiled floors were dazzling, Minton reported, along with the beautifully crafted, French-inspired details of the house, unusual for a newly-built mega mansion. “It looks like a French embassy,” said Minton, who had been finishing dinner on the back terrace with Peavy when there was a commotion in the entrance hall: An opera singer was belting out an aria. Everyone gathered. The surprise singing was followed by surprise announcements from Snead, who, from the center of the sweeping staircase, grandly invited everyone in the room to attend their wedding (this received much applause, since it was assumed the couple would marry in Paraguay where he lives). But the wedding is right now! Snead shouted, and suddenly down the staircase came a white robed chorus of gospel singers swaying and clapping and singing, followed by a white robed minister and then Godat, who had sneaked upstairs and changed into a pair of wedding-white silk pants and a white beaded top. “This was the most memorable wedding I’ve ever been to,” gushed Peavy, who days later, was still basking in the golden glow of the night’s events. Godat and Snead will live in Paraguay, and Minton says he can’t wait to see their new apartment there.
Well Peggy, who knows: the Dallas design community may end up working in the White House again if Hillary wins the nomination and the presidency. (Those tears are so convincing.) But this time, do you think Bill will be doing the decorating?
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