Last night we had a barbeque. Actually, to be technical, it was thrown by Thomas's brother who is living with us, but since their identical twins living in the area of their birth, their friends overlap. Anyway, I arrived home from a quick client job (hanging photos and sports memorabilia in a downstairs party room opening on to a gorgeous slate paved courtyard complete with pool and outdoor kitchen. I'm usually not a fan of Rachel Zoe, but seeing that space, I had one reaction, "I die!") around 11:30, looked around the dining room and decided I was tired of the color, the curtains, everything
When a deadline of 8:00 looming, I called in reinforcements (aka my friend Leah, the one with the diy spirit and gorgeous sunroom) and started painting. With one quick color change later, the after:
After I recover from the party and the redo, details and better pics will follow. For the curious among you: did I make the deadline? Yes and no. I hung the last frame just minutes before the first guests arrived (I had done the cleaning the day before, and the twins were taking care of the food, so I didn't have those last minute host duties to take care of); but, and it's a big but, there was one small hitch. MY personal guests, who weren't familiar with the others arrived before I could take a shower or even change, and the party's momentum started early--usually if the party officially starts at 8, the main body of guests don't really arrive until about 45 minutes later. Honey, last night every body was punctual. I ended up having to spend the party in paint splattered jeans and tee shirt. Made even worse by the fact that I had decided to shower AFTER the client meeting. Which didn't happen because I had to do Decoration: Impossible. Oh well, everybody had a good time, I tried to stay in the shadows (at my age dim lighting is my friend anyway) and kept telling my self my paint splatters looked boho, not hobo. After a couple of beers, it was much easier to believe.