Showing posts with label chicos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chicos. Show all posts

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Women We Love

In those halcyon days of my youth, long before the Farah Fawcett's of the world introduced soft porn posters as decorations for young men's rooms, there she was.

She was on the cover of every girls magazine for more than a decade, kicked off only if Princess Di needed air time. Manboys of a certain age lusted mightily for her, and did so for decades.

Darned if she hasn't returned, still hot, just shy of 70. I thought I had gotten her out of my system, but it doesn't appear to be the case.



Many thanks to Chico's and the mailman.

Toad

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The door project



When you are living right, lots of your favorite things merge together, and if you're really doing it right it makes you look like you knew what you were doing all along.

This past week I have been playing with our Bentley, Camila Parker Rolls and thinking about the next house project. Both have issues which had me stumped.

It may not be your cuppa, but often my bed time reading is an ancient Rolls Royce parts catalog. Parts catalogs often show lots of pieces together, so you get some idea how the parts are supposed to go on. Lately my favorite sections have had to do with interior parts. Not fun necessarily, but important in the larger scheme.



My favorite part of the interior catalog is "Door Jewelry". The phrase is a holdover from the days of coachbuilt automobile bodies and describes the knobs, locks, pulls, trim and finishing details (escutcheons) used to piece the doors together. It's fairly extensive. I love the term. Later I came to understand its significance in home decor.



Armed with a cool term I decided that our front door needed dressing. The Park is a bowdlerized 4 over 4 Georgianish colonial. I began Binging and Google imaging to get a feel for what the true 21st century ideal Georgian door looked like.

One thing led to another, which eventually led to a small pamphlet on our bookshelves, Georgian Dublin. Remember the poster Doors of Dublin? Same thing only different.

Armed with my new visuals, I headed to the door.





The top picture was taken in the fall, a year or so ago. The picture above was taken this holiday season. A close examination, of the bottom right, will prove we have a new puppy, as well as a furry old beast.

After comparing picts, I have decided to leave well enough alone, with perhaps one exception



My original inspiration for the red door was obviously Talbots. Since we spent a lot of time at the "Red Door" I believed it might keep us home more. Now Talbots is out, and Chico's is in.

What color are their doors?

Toad