Vogue Goes to Versailles, MMH Adds Oysters

Vogue Goes to Versailles, MMH Adds Oysters

Too Many Flowers, Too Little Time

Too Many Flowers, Too Little Time

Giverny Sans Tourists

On Top Of the Hill,Sacre Coeur

On Top Of the Hill,
Sacre Coeur

Père Lachaise Reverie

Guerlain Meets Sainte-Chapelle

Women and the Best Figs Ever

Women and the Best Figs Ever

Dreaming of Versailles at My Kitchen Table

Dreaming of Versailles at My Kitchen Table

History RepeatsHistory Repeats


Second Seating, the art installation on which I am now working, received a grant in January from The Idea Fund, a program of Diverse Works ArtSpace, Aurora Picture Show and Project Row Houses made possible by The Andy Warhol Foundation. The grant was a terrific boost for the project and we’re well underway toward the late September opening. Here are some photos of work in progress – or at least some of the materials that will go into the fantasy dinner tables and chandeliers that will make up Second Seating. ss-silv-bowl-fake-donuts
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Lost and Found

February 2, 2008

Last week we brought many things into daylight from the boxes and dark corners and shelves in the garage. All had suffered from vermin and lack of temperature control. However, there was still beauty and many stories.


Was it twenty seven years ago that Patsy and I spent two days in Bonaire and found the beaches covered with sea fans? They were so lovely that we bought a very cheap suitcase (even then it was made in China), filled it with our bounty from the sea and carted it back to Houston. Many of the sea fans made it into my house, but some have been confined to the blue interior of that suitcase for all of these years. They are in the open now, airing on a lawn chair, waiting to play a part in a soon-to-be-tableau. The suitcase has gone the way of all things.


Boxes of collage materials surfaced as we cleared the garage. This small tableau was wrenched from a shadow box collage years ago. I remember that this assemblage was surrounded by piles of vintage silver Christmas tree ornaments and masses of green streamers against a background of hand colored photos of lily leaves and angels. The shadow box served as backdrop for diamonds in a jewelry display case at Walzel’s on Post Oak Road.


What’s not to love about ribbons. I have rolls of vintage rayon seam binding and more rolls of Mexican rayon ribbon. Plus ribbon covered with purple flowers from La Linda Tienda in Aruba. I love them all and fading and mildew often makes the ribbons more interesting.


Queta found this hat of mine in a corner of the garage, flattened and eaten away and very lost from its hat box. Sad to say a critter, a rat? found the hat and carried it away for a feast. I would never have left an Italian silk hat from Bonwit Teller loose in the garage for fifteen years. But there is was and what a waste.

I bought the hat for Easter in 1964 or perhaps 1965, not at Bloomingdale’s where I worked, but at Bonwit’s. It was at least $15 – a hefty sum at the time. the hat came in many colors and after much deliberation, I selected the turquoise. i remember yet that it was a hard choice to make. Easter was always cold in New York and I wore it with a winter white double breasted coat and I am sure that I carried my little black leather handbag with black kid gloves. The hat is beautiful and if I’d cared for it, I’d wear it still.


September 28, 2007


The Romance of Marfa

September 26, 2007


Texas Peaches

September 19, 2007


Texas peaches are the juiciest and sweetest I’ve ever tasted. Hardly the largest though and that is a surprise in a state where we begin to assume that simply everything is ‘bigger’. No, Texas peaches are early summer peaches with fuzz and irregularities of shape. They are like those of my childhood before fruits and vegetables all got bigger and more perfect looking and often lost their sweetness.

Why am I writing about Texas peaches in mid-September? That’s what happens when you run across a photo that jogs your memory and you wish you could stop by that roadside stand again for a basket of new peaches.