My Kind Of Town
Sep 16th, 2008 by Lauri
Washington D.C. feels so civilized, and not only because of its impressive limestone government buildings or its diverse architectural delights. It looks as though it has been planned most thoughtfully for the 21st century (I guess if they were going to get it right, the nation’s capitol would be the most appropriate place to do it).
As a professional, I was struck by how consciously, carefully and considerately everything has been designed: The streets are wide and open, even in busy areas; there are majestic trees lining the streets as well as landscaped gardens all over.
Stop signs have digital displays so that pedestrians know how many seconds they have left to cross safely; the Metro stations also have electronic boards
informing passengers of when the next subway trains will be arriving, not to mention beautifully designed stations – if a subway station could be beautiful - with rows of lights next to each track that turn red and caution passengers to step back when a train is coming (are you listening, Mayor Bloomberg?)
And when I saw this sign, I knew why this particular metropolis made me feel right at home.
Old birthday cards, handbags, and books were kept instead of being sold, tossed or donated. Not Joe. His philosophy was, and is, “when in doubt, throw it out.” (His mom is like that, too, so I know where he gets it from.) But, not me. I’d ponder every piece: Should I or shouldn’t I? Will I or won’t I use it? But, thanks to hubby, over the years I’ve reformed and now that it’s fall and time to jump in and clear out clothing, shoes, paperwork, and even a few pieces of furniture, I have a much better attitude about living with less.
After speaking with them that evening, it seemed apparent that gender might be affecting their view of retirement.
Are their identities completely entwined in their professional life, making it more difficult to relinquish their careers when it’s time to consider retirement? Are women better able to break free of their work life when they get older because most are accustomed to having dual occupations, as mothers and career women? Or are women simply more flexible than men? What is your opinion?







The good news is that I accomplish a lot on most days; the bad news is that I don’t relax enough. Fortunately, my husband, Joe, and I work together and he knows when to stop.
And, right there, he made the decision to embrace that positive mindset.
The wife, pregnant and not working, liked traditional furnishings and was very unhappy with the way the small temporary rental looked with their over-sized furniture brought from their last, much bigger home. The husband, a physician, who preferred modern furnishings did not agree with the need for professional decorating help; he did not want to part with his too-big pieces nor put them in storage.
I stipulated that we would only return the pieces after we finished the master bedroom so that he would have sufficient time to adjust to the new arrangement and that he and his wife would, hopefully, rent a storage room for the unused baby grand piano, big glass dining tabletop and several other pieces, until they moved into a house.
This week I’ve been teaching a class of decorator trainees from all over the U.S., Canada and one lovely lady from Costa Rica. Great group. And, as always, it’s been fun to meet and train people who love interior decorating and who are as passionate about it as I am.
On Tuesday we worked with a woman who had moved into a new coop in New York City a couple of months ago. Although she’s a real original who has marvelous taste that is reflected in her furnishings, art and first-edition books, she was having a hard time making all of the things she’d collected over the years work well in her new space. Each of her treasures had a story and, as we rearranged them, she told us about their provenance - her anecdotes were fascinating.
It was the first thing my client, Mrs.Dawson, pointed out last Wednesday when I arrived at her house. “You have no idea how much money I’ve wasted on gasoline over the past year. It’s so upsetting!” She then explained that she has been driving to stores, making purchases, returning home with the pieces, finding that they didn’t work, and then driving back to the stores to return everything; she had done this over and over again. All the back and forth had left her frustrated and, although she has elegant taste and a good eye for design, Mrs. Dawson realized she needed professional decorating help. That’s when she called my office.
Without turning on her ignition or even spending money online for purchases she was unsure about, all she’d needed to do was remedy several of the 10 Most Common Decorating Mistakes.