We love the Boys & Girls Clubs, a great cause that can really change a child’s life!
We are crazy about the quality and vision of DJF Builders, the Raleigh-based custom-home firm that was building the showhouse.
John and I had heaps of travel planned just before the showhouse opening, so would we be able to pull off a showstopper?
Honestly, we are a bit nutty with the workload right now, so, again, could we pull it off with grace under pressure?
Well, John and I rallied—and aligned ourselves with amazing partners—and our Family Room has come together swimmingly.
Stay tuned for updates from the gala party on March 23. Will we see you there?
Here’s the storyline that we wrote and some behind-the-scenes images from the work in progress:
Step inside the Family Room, aka, the Rumpus Room, and you are whisked off to the isle of Mustique, that glorious British enclave that mixes a spirited dose of tropic-luxe tempered with continental chic.
“Would you care for a libation,” she offers. “Call me Canasta. Canasta Jones. And how about a rubber? A rubber of bridge, you naughty boy!”
Of course, we broke out our watercolors and set to work sketching our vision for the Family Room.
Ah, but that’s a tale for another day, n’est-ce pas? To bring our whimsical storyline to life in glorious, cinematic Technicolor, we turned to our friends at Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams for a mix of crisp, chic upholstery, upholstered in Madcap Cottage for Robert Allen @Home fabrics. All upholstery will go to Raleigh’s Green Chair Project after the show house wraps up to make a family in need’s life that much sunnier! We layered-in our Cove End pattern in Daffodil upon the window treatments from the Madcap Cottage for Smith + Noble collection. The case goods from Woodbridge Furniture shimmer in the sun with their bespoke brilliance, from the Linwood game table and the Merrion side chairs to the Montecito Etagere that holds far-flung accessories courtesy of Ballard Designs. The lighting was plucked from Currey & Co., and the shimmering Mansion chandelier that dangles overhead offers just the right mix of tall, tan, and absolutely terrific.
“Hello, stranger, peel me a grape,” you coo, and he obliges.
Welcome aboard, close your eyes, and dream of balmy, palmy afternoons. “Destination unknown,” she purrs, and you follow her lead, visions of endless, sun-kissed legs and Cherries in the Snow lips filling your head. Dream, dream big. Bold. And bespoke. For no one remembers the shrinking violets, mon petit chou. “Share the fantasy,” she says, the sound of thunder, the crash of a far-off drum, a whiff of opium and Fracas, mixed, and night fell like a shade.