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Like the rest of the house, it was beautifully appointed with shiny European wallpaper, lavender-scented soap and an oil painting over the toilet. Geoff
the front door of our apartment,
I decided to dub the room with the good chairs my lutery. Or perhaps my performatory. I would need a while to come up with something suitably pretentious.
Home. It's wherever I'm with you.
Theater dressing rooms are my home away from home - my second home, really.
I work in our living room, a strange room in a strange, topsy-turvy house. I work underneath this enormous bookshelf.
The Bar Room has a corner table placed strategically at a point diagonally across from the entrance. the table of tables in the setting of settings in the building of buildings. In the religion of lunch, this is the holy of holies.
For parlor use, the vague generality is a life saver.
I have a lovely office at the back of my house; it's an old stable and you can see right out to the countryside on one side and into the house on the other side.
I am wonderful fun to talk to. I'm a consummate professional. People leave my parlor in states. You are here. It's conversation-time. Shall we discuss Byzantine erotica?
Home, they could go directly to their own room, where hartshorn
Fine art and pizza delivery: what we do falls neatly in between.
Unlike art, the making of home does not stay done. Every morning, every evening, the mess awaits us. The messy, hungry, beautiful world, wanting and needing our touch.
Definitely my own room," Sully muttered. Mark
I scarcely know how to describe that room. It became, in a way, every room I had ever been in and every room I find myself in hereafter will remind me of Giovanni's room.
The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways ...
the room looks like it was bought through some Decorate Your Home app where you plug in your budget and your favorite colors and the whole thing arrives in a van the next day. In
HOME, which is the last floor for everyone.
Away with the flat of herFlat-- Jojo Moyes
kitchen, where she could count on Tirzah to be
her bedroom and picked up
These rooms are decorated in two days. It's all kept secret. The neighbors spend the night in each other's home. They don't see their finished room until the end of the second day. They have no say what happens in their own home.
the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical
The professional will not tolerate disorder ... He wants the carpet vacuumed and the threshold swept, so the Muse may enter and not soil her gown.
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
Have you ever noticed how some rooms exude a certain energy, warmth, and a harmony of spirit? If you have, then you have experienced the language of the home. A language softly spoken, and univerally understood.
Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.
I had learnt from going to Houghton that to make a room quiet, to make it harmonious, you never wanted to have only one 'mouvement' thng like the Savonnerie rug that would stand out. You must have 'mouvement' everywhere.
My Becca's home.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
Fiestas always began as if they were being held in a parlor, amid teacups.
Living room by a curtain of colored beads. The room's furnishings consisted of a table, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus,
Look down your shirt and spell attic.
Her place already was luxurious, with a bowling alley where the pins were bottles of chilled champagne,
furnished, but by no means decorated,
You are a GODDESS when you leave the salon
The skopets1 who sits in the shop rents the floor above.
When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.
Come home to men's business and bosoms.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
She followed him into a dark parlor to which clung the musky sweet smell of clean Negro, snuff, and Hearts of Love hairdressing. Several shadowy forms rose when she entered.
Ann Sothern's dressing room ... was unbelievably lush and beautiful. More elegant than many homes I've been in.
the living room where Dorothy was seated
Thought is pleasing. Her room is small, neat, and girlish: all whites, creams, and baby blues, and bathed in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. It's also a little empty, but I spy
The dark, cluttered, polished mahogany splendor of the Sanborns' Victorian drawing room. Mr. Sanborn wavered. Roark asked, his arm sweeping out at the room around them: Is this
Room service? Send up a larger room.
[A Night at the Opera]
It was the room where they
My home has always been show business.
my room, and to rub his scent off me.
The kitchen. The bathroom. The yin and yang of the household.
Upon entering, 'Your room,' be surrounded by the things you love: pictures, light, paintings, photos, books, whatever.
pedimented doors to right and left, an oil painting of the
...the philosopher's professional addiction to furniture...
furniture, but all the lights
the waiting room. It was half full
I've always wanted to be a guy with a rec room.
What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?
Rooms should be timeless.
We'll do our business in the East Room. It's my favorite at this time of day. If you and I didn't know God is a profitable and self-sustaining construct of the worlds' churches, the morning light would be almost enough to make us believers again.
Where does the dentist go when he leaves the room?
Aaahh. Home. My place, my smells, my familiar rug under my feet, my kitchen, my Curran in the kitchen chair ... Wait a damn minute.
This room is the strangest thing Melanie has ever seen. Of course, she's starting to realise that she hasn't seen all that much, but there are more things here of more baffling variety than she would have thought the whole world could hold.
In popular houses where visitors like to go again and again, there is always a happy combination of some attention on the part of the hostess and the perfect freedom of the guests to occupy their time as they choose.
the room, that I, this day, declare with the utmost sincerity, I do not think
...Violet followed her friend into the massive kitchen with its Restoration Hardware fixture and faux-weathered, farmhouse-style cabinets. Its perplexed Violet, the way people tried to make the insides of new homes look old.
Home is a word stronger than a magician ever spoke.
Parke-Bernet Galleries.
front hallway while they were gone.
They called it The Lullaby Room.
I have one room dedicated to just meditation.
Bellport. A podium.
Hellaciously Homely.
This is the sphinx of the hearthstone, the little god of domesticity, whose presence turns a house into a home.
The inside of a house or apartment after decluttering has much in common with a Shinto shrine ... a place where there are no unnecessary things, and our thoughts become clear.
Look, Matisse I ain't. You know how they have on the invitations, a reception for the artist will be held at ... And I say, Look, you gotta change this. I'm not an artist. I'm a photographer, a skilled craftsman.
door behind me. He's lounging in his chair, his personal
I stepped inside the front hall and kicked off my snow boots. I slammed the door behind me, making the dark ruby and emerald glass shake in the small leaded panes. I slid purposely on the hall rug, causing it to bunch and crinkle on the slippery polished oak of the floor.
Domestic interior design is a fraught affair. It makes me hanker for the mild and soothing and tasteless red velvet interiors in which people lived so undiscriminatingly no more than twenty years ago. It was unhygienic, dark, cool, probably stuffed full of dangerous bacteria, and pleasant.
I love to decorate a room - from the furniture to the objects to the books.
Music is interior decoration.
The cabinets and shelves are a bright busy choreography of oils, shampoos, conditioners, scrubs, lotions, salts, unguents. Zinnia loves buying pots and bottles and tubes of alchemised essences that smell like yearning or intimacy on the skin.
Trimmed in gleaming teakwood. The cavernous space had been fashioned into offices and conference rooms centered on a grandiose lobby
But always and sometimes questioning the old modes
And the new wondering, the poem, growing up through the floor,
Standing tall in tubers, invading and smashing the ritual
Parlor, demands to be met on its own terms now,
Now that the preliminary negotiations are at last over.
Home is the place where true politeness tells.
Executive assistant. "Mrs. Albrecht, how are you today?" "Very well. I just got here and thought maybe I had missed you." "Nope. I just got here too." "Come in, please." The house had a two-story entry area
Walk into the living room (which doubled as the Hubermanns' bedroom), pull the accordion
The home is a woman's natural background ... From the beginning I tried to have the policy of the store reflect as nearly as it was possible in the commercial world, those standards of comfort and grace which are apparent in a lovely home.
A letter today from a Mrs Gladys Freeman, 45 Sebastopol Terrace, Blackpool. 'Sir, reference the room you had here during the party conference season. Well, we know what it is. We know who done it. But for heaven's sake tell us where it is!
Barb's house, when I finally
I'm welding the bimbo room shut.
most prized of all, her secretaire, a Napoleon III desk, full of nooks and crannies and pigeonholes,
Decorating is like music. Harmony is what we constantly strive for. At home, we want a peaceful atmosphere where the objects are the notes and nothing is off-key.
Whose house is that, Constable?
I'm a sucker for interiors and carefully, beautifully filmed people sitting in a big room. My appetites are simple.
As you go in, on the first floor, the back window
Home is where you hang your architect.
There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never know beyond its hallowed limits.
When we had neatened the upstairs rooms we came downstairs together, carrying our dustcloths and the broom and dustpan and mop like a pair of witches walking home.
Palace of Crystal