i have missed you guys.
i am sorry for the guest posting snafu.
got to the beach and our condo had no wifi so we had to investigate areas for free connection.
and it just so happens to be by the pool, near the hot tub and a lot of loose, brown skin and wide, flat butts.
anyway..our weather has been awesome.
not a lot of people here and the fudge is as good as i remember.
we leave tomorrow and from what i hear some nasty weather awaits us in atlanta.
i would appreciate any info you locals have on this matter..
my guest poster is none other than my best girl mollsballs aka molly.
she has a blog too and you should read it bc she is funny and cute and does a lot of things for you to enjoy and copy.
your girl mollsballs here, standing in for our lovely jenny as she stuffs her mug with delicious fudge and lays in the sun all week (under her umbrella, duh).
when jenny asked me to guest post, i was not only super excited and appreciative of the opportunity,
but also incredibly nervous.
i struggled with the need to balance my chance to mainline the awesome, with equally awesome content for you, stylish readers.
but then i saw this:
i know, right?
its claude wasserstein’s penthouse apartment in nyc.
who, you ask?
the french widow of the late bruce wasserstein,
legendary new york financier.
she also happens to have quite the pedigree and impressive resume herself; formerly a cbs news producer, she
now owns susie’s supper club in nyc, selling healthy, family-friendly frozen meals to much success.
obviously the lifestyle is paid for by the fortune she amassed by marrying this guy:
he passed away in october of 2009 at the young age of 61, but according to forbes magazine, had a reported net worth of $2.3 billion.
yes as in dollars. $2.3 billion dollars.
so she’s cool, financially-speaking.
and, according to the fabulous plum sykes,
who wrote the article for vogue featuring the fabulous photos you see here by francois halard,
she's pretty cool all around.
she has six children, one of whom she and bruce adopted after bruce's sister, the pulitzer prize-winning playwright wendy wasserstein, passed away at 53.
writes sykes; "she's the type who, when her kids say, 'can we please go and see the viking mounds in sweden?,' will say, 'sure.'"
wouldn't you, if you had a couple billion between the states and offshore accounts somewhere?
i sure as hell would.
she also serves on various charitable boards in addition to her
responsiblities as owner of susie's supper club;
this gal has got her hands full.
i wouldn't worry about her, though.
i mean, this is where she eats breakfast:
i'm pretty sure that anyone who uses a suzani as tablecloth
is ok in our book, no?
check out that sick view.
this is lucy's room.
as in, eleven year old lucy.
oh, how i would have killed for a room like this when i was eleven!
my 11 year old room looked more like this:
(dry heaving and crying in shame. i want a canopy bed draped in hungy palate's
gorgeous "garden" pattern!)
here is 12 year old jack's room:
he's got an exotic fishtank, a globe on a lucite stand,
french doors to the terrace, and some supercool chrome letter stools at the foot of his bed.
that is the example of how to use letters properly in decorating a child's space.
here is what not to do:
you know who doesn't have tacky decor?
her rooftop garden, sporting incredible 360degree views, also boasts artificial ground cover, oversized boxes of
pink foxglove, snapdragons, lavender and mint, river birch trees in enormous planters, gorgeous climbing
roses, and plentiful vegetable garden just off the kitchen.
so maybe we can't all live life a la wasserstein...
but i for one, definitely plan on planting an herb garden this weekend.
just off the kitchen, of course.
see you all monday or tuesday.