Last night’s dinner went well. They loved the food and seemed absolutely drugged with food pleasure by the end.
My only qualm was that when I arrived, I was stunned to see that the apartment was white. Everything was white, or mirrored. It was a stain and smudge nightmare. I did my best to keep everything neat and clean, but invariably the smallest messes looked twenty times worse than they were. I found myself lunging for a sponge as I made berry coulis and it dripped. I scrambled to clean up the juice of the sauteed red amaranth.
Now I know that the host was an interior designer and a designer’s home is frequently the place where they get to experiment. But outside of the kitchen I was afraid to even touch the door knobs. Wait… there were few door knobs, especcially on the bathroom door that was just a peice of glass with no shading or anything.
I don’t mean to whine. Just not my style. I love muted colors and simple lines (what I call Calvin Klein Beige) but I also like some level of comfort and ease in my home.