In many ways I am a Girly Girl. I love flowers and ribbons. I am irreversibly drawn to the color pink and would paint every room in my house a soft, pinky hue if Mr. Kim would stand for it. Shabby Chic was invented with me in mind. My favorite magazine in the world is ‘Victoria’ and I have YEARS of back issues just in case we ever win the lottery. If that happens, I will hand them to an interior decorator and say, “this is what I want”.
My heart thrills to the idea of a perfect tea party and vintage Valentines. And I am like a monkey when I see jewelry. I go for the sparkliest! My hands just naturally gravitate to gems like aquamarine, peridot, amethyst – anything faceted and pastel. And should we win the aforementioned lottery, my first purchase will be the twee-est cottage in all of England. I already have it picked out:
I’ve always had basically the same taste. My wedding china (chosen almost 33 years ago) is Haviland Limoges in the girliest pattern I could find:
Scalloped gold edges, pink flower sprigs and the rims are the palest green imaginable.
Bless Mr. Kim – what he puts up with! Other men might impose certain restrictions. They might object to a pink bedroom and family room. He did, a bit, but capitulated when he saw just how pale it really was. They might insist on an overstuffed cushy leather couch (BTW – is this a rule now when you are setting up house? Do you HAVE to purchase a leather sofa? You can hardly find a fabric sofa in the stores anymore). Other than shoes there is not a piece of leather in our entire house.
So why, with all of this unbridled girly-ness, does it come to a screeching stop when it comes to clothes? Why does my ‘wardrobe’ consist of khakis, black pants, plain long sleeved shirts and t-shirts? Why do I wear sensible walking shoes instead of dainty heels and flats? Why do I feel like a fool in a hat and like Clodhopper McDoofus in a dress? I don’t dress ‘butch’, just very plain. I’ve always said that my design theme is ‘collage’ and that I never met a lily I couldn’t gild, but that ends in decorating and influences my dress not at all.
It just goes to show that people are odd and I am one of the oddest.