All of a sudden I’m grown up and anyone who knows anything about interiors knows that grown up means WHITE. But I’m kind of thinking that white might be going too far. Its such a responsibility and lets face it, haven’t we got enough on our plates?
Bear with me, I’m thinking (out loud). Out Loud and Radical.
See the thing is this: the women I want to be don’t do pattern. Those women– you know the ones- the ones who can wear white without getting fake tan on the collar, the ones who look suitably calm and collected at the school gates and serve something suitably fabulous at their soirees, those women don’t do pattern.
No shabby chic cabbage roses for them, Mrs!
Maybe the slightest hint of a delicate dove grey toile. Or a single ticking striped cushion to remind them of Provence. But no to big fat hydrangeas. No, no, no to busy, busy roses. And absolutely, not a cat in hells chance, for anything remotely shabby…
So hows about we strip it back? Not to bare basics. Me and John Pawson would probably kill each other, but enough so that there’s room to think. Space to breathe. You know what I mean. You know where you’ve gone too far. You know when theres one (ironic) Virgin Mary too many on that mantel. You know. So go hide it in the cupboard under the stairs. NOW.
Lets do away with the stuff and nonsense and lets pretend we are elegant. Lets polish till we can see our faces. Lets light mercury glass candlesticks and serve
Shhhhhhh. It’s time to hush the visual noise.
To pad about in slipper shod feet. Lets hang too many gilt mirrors. Remind ourselves what we look like and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! Let’s throw a bit of light around. Hang white lace nets to snoop on our neighbours and eat breakfast in a bed piled with feathery stiff pillows. Remake the beds in white linen and drape lacy cloths over tired old lampshades. Throw away coloured towels. Decant cosmetics into crystal and edge curtains with pompoms.
Lets add feathers to our
Oh I like pearls! Lets string them over mirrors, and stuff sepia photos into the frame. And then well all is said and pale and oh so glamorous, pot a minature palm, add something startling and bright, choose a shockingly beautiful painting ,(Make her wantonly nude like the Egon Schiele above) in an ludicrously decorative white frame and swap your lightbulbs to the peachiest ones you can find for the most flattering light around.
Add ruffles to your chairs and big silky ribboned bows, in the most unlikely places. Serve raspberry bonbons and lemon
Think elegant. Think Hollywood. Think Glamour.
And if you are more grown up than me, think white.