I am particularly pleased by the kelly green palettes that have been popping up everywhere. For instance this delicious bedroom from Mr. Adler:
And a wonderfully preppy monogram (although when are monograms NOT preppy?) by Jack & Lulu:
And this - the most beautiful dining room ever decorated (hyperbole and likely to be disputed/contradicted later on but its definitely my choice for 2008) by Mary MacDonald:
And speak of all things Kelly... I am one of the masses who adore Ms. Kelly Wearstler. And, although I would adore her more without the crimped-out/cracked-out hair that she's been sporting on Top Design (mother of god, woman, comb thyself!), there is no denying the fabulousness of her designs. She has a wonderful elegance and confidence...
Which was why I was more than a little shocked to see Decorno's post on her days as a Playboy pinup (WARNING - Ms. Wearstler's bosoms are featured QUITE prominently).
Now, my past is not without its scandalous tidbits (Mr. Wentworth encourages me to use the term "titbits" which is British for tidbits apparently, but I am vetoing his suggestion as being just a bit too much) Yes, Mr. Wentworth is British...and proud of it. He's also very handsome in my humble opinion and the combination of his cheeky smile and delicious accent is probably why he gets away with far more than he should. But when a man says things like, "Shall I help you tidy?" I mean really who wouldn't just melt into a puddle on the floor? But I digress.)
I'm sure there are a few indiscreet pictures of me floating about - in fact my wedding photographer insisted on photographing my person as I wiggled into my wedding dress...upon hearing this Mr. Wentworth was not too pleased and inquired as to, "Why the photographer was seeing you in your knickers?" Humm.
Where was I?
Oh yes, the prominent display of Ms. Wearstlers bosoms in Playboy. I'm all for fabulous females embracing their beauty and being proud of their figures - but not so a man can sit there and pretend to read the articles. (I love that they think we buy this).
Ladies, if we got together and collectively decided to stop starving ourselves, we would be officially ruling the world within six months - think about the amount of time and energy we devote to making ourselves looking like adolescent boys.
I was just sad to see Ms. Wearstler as a Playboy bunny. It knocked her off of the pedestal of fabulousness on which I had placed her and brought her back down to human being trying to make a living. And I know this makes me a judgmental b*tch, but there you go.