My absolute favorite show on Bravo is “Million Dollar Decorators.” Picture a group of well known interior designers working with clients where the sky is the limit, budget wise. One of the most talented designers on the show (and named by House Beautiful’s “one of America’s most influential decorators”) is hottie Jeffrey Alan Marks (love his layered, well tailored, nautical personal style) and his beautiful interiors (not to mention his Harrison Ford-esque smirk). One of his clients, who had just built a vacation home on Nantucket, asked him to decorate it completely from a catalog. He purchased furniture and decorative items from West Elm and made it look pretty chic. My favorite though is his house in Santa Monica that he shares with his partner and fellow designer (and model), Ross Cassidy. Love the sea foam colors and the warm greys, and of course, the row boat on the ceiling!
(photos courtesy of Elle Decor)
So I have to take P to the pediatric ophthalmologist (he’s been doing this weird blinking thing) and may need to have glasses (as long as they’re tortoise shell). Poor dude. He’s been closing one eye when he points to something in the distance and does the blink when we’re reading stories. I’m sure it’ll be fine but a little nerve wracking all the same.
Never miss a highlight appointment. I canceled my appointment in favor of a bikini wax because we were heading to the pool/beach Mother’s Day weekend (and frankly my “bonsai” was getting overgrown). Well, I’ll never miss an appointment again. My gal has been booked about 6 weeks out and now my hair is so grown out I’m looking like white trash came across a sale on sailor shirts. And I had no idea I had THAT many gray hairs. Not cool. And we have a wedding this weekend (which P will be donning his new blue blazer in 100+ degree heat!). Dark roots can make you look so greasy, I hate it. I need a can of blonde spray like those infomercials where men can literally spray paint on hair.
We have a gopher tearing up our newly landscaped back yard (I know…. #WhitePeopleProblems) and have to call Alan “the gopher guy.” I was tempted to leave a message saying he could only come over if he was dressed like Bill Murray from “Caddyshack.” I’m sure he’s never heard that before. I also have misplaced our pool key (#SuburbanWhitePeopleProblems) and have to get a “do not copy” copy made. I picture myself at the locksmith trying to slip the guy a $20 bill to make me a copy of a non-duplicated key. I told Straw that the next time we go to the pool I’m signing in as Jamie Foxx’s character in “Horrible Bosses” – “Motherfucker Jones.” It’s my favorite part of the movie and come on….don’t you think the members of the pool board would just love that?