Beverly Hills, 78704
Call me old fashioned, but sometimes it just seems more interesting to lounge around with champagne in a rocks glass, thinking about the hazy, smoke-and-mirror Beverly Hills days than it does to text and Tweet about my new poly/schmoly/meteor-influenced engineered bathmat.
But, to really lounge in a manner that would make Greta Garbo proud, you do need a few things. First, it’ s absolutely essential to have a diaphanous dressing gown, because anything else would, well, create strap marks. Two, you need a chic chaise or settee to faint upon when the world makes you weary and three, you must vant to be alone with your thoughts on occasion.
It’ s a good thing Greta hasn’ t called, because she wouldn’ t have had anywhere to faint upon, at least until very recently. On a hunt for the perfect Hollywood-style settee for my new living room in Austin, my husband and I happened on this sofa under a tarp at an estate sale.
Dowdy and dull, but full of potential…
It was damp. It was torn. It was perfect.
The wood was in great condition even if the springs and upholstery weren’ t, and it was just begging for a martini and long lost conversation with Slim and Frank, so I bought it and immediately took it to my new artist of foam and fabric for a makeover, silver screen-style.
The plush-and-lush remnant fabric says “ action!” , and the new cord and rebuilt cushions should be able to withstand any drama that might befall them – even the histrionics of a passed-over starlet.
Hey, just because my zip code is Austin, Texas doesn’ t mean my living room can’ t be a little West of that. And Greta, Marlene, Rita – call me.