Today I went here and here. I also saw her, famous for this (at least to the decor freaks) and famous for this (for shoe freaks, anyway).
You think all I do is run around this joint saying "fuck" and "shit" and making fun of decrepit old blond has-been Baywatch babes, but Decorno is SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. I love old stuff (which explains the John Derien and Paula Rubenstein pitstops between appointments today). I am such a sucker for antiques and flea markets. It's a real problem. Paula was so crammed with stuff it was hard just to walk in the store, but it was loaded with treasures and old textiles. And John Derian... what can I say that hasn't been said. I want to move into that store.
And little Ms. Randall. What a charmed life. Cute husband, awesome company, great style, twins... what a life.
Speaking of lives, I would like to return to my own. I love NY, but I am ready to leave. I've got a man, a boy, a pug, and a TIVO which I miss (all of them) terribly.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Labels: great stores