When I arrived in France I didn’t speak a word of French.Humble pie was my constant buddy, observing in silence my new vehicle and redecorating was how I stayed focus during dinner parties.
Those dinner parties where we would sit for hours around the table, with the constant changing of plates at each course. The chirping chatter of the guests made my head spin, I had to do something while smiling and nodding in ignorance…that is how I came up with redecorating.
During the aperitif I would pick a theme…With the amuse-gueule color charts came to mind…While the soup was served I would select which walls to demolish. The arrival of the main course and throughout the cheese entree, my full attention was choosing fabrics for the curtains, and upholstery. With the dinner guests well into their conversations, I was replacing the furniture and hanging mirrors in my mind’s eye…
Enfin, with dessert and coffee being served, the entire room would be remodeled!
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