The three-story red brick building in mid-town Atlanta where Margret Mitchell wrote the epic novel Gone With the Wind (1936) is called the Margaret Mitchell House. And though she did write the novel there, the unexpected thing is that Mitchell and her husband actually lived in a tiny apartment on the first floor of the house from 1925-1932, which consists of a living room, bedroom (also used as a dining room with a drop leaf table and two chairs pushed against one wall), and a tiny back kitchen. Read more
As I was preparing for our trip to Americus, Georgia to attend a dear friend’s wedding, I recalled hearing, a long time ago, about the interior decorator and antique dealer Furlow Gatewood, who resides in Americus. Back then, when I looked at the images of his homes, I instantly fell in love with his classic, yet idiosyncratic style—it’s what I might call an elevated cottage style. Read more
Who doesn’t love a porch? Their long history dates back to ancient Greece and Rome—I suppose we needed a place to stop and catch our breath before crossing the threshold. Now, there are so many shapes and sizes (I don’t mean decks, which began to replace porches during the 70s and 80s, but honestly always seemed like an afterthought to me). The porches that I have in mind are the kind that correspond with the architecture of the house, blend in with the rhythm of the household, and more or less, steal our hearts.
Here are seven porches that caught our attention over the past year, and might inspire you as well. Read more
One of the first things you see when you stand in the entry hall of the Hillwood mansion, is a very large portrait of Catherine the Great of the Russian Empire, with an inscription that reads: “She finishes what has been begun.” The same might be said about Marjorie Merriweather Post, the owner of Hillwood Estates and Gardens. Read more
Sometimes you just need a distraction. Anything will do. A Sunday drive might work…and then we are off to New Market, Maryland, a small historic Federal style town (founded in 1793 beside the rough wagon trail, also known as the Baltimore Turnpike) that we haven’t been to for a very long time, but now all of a sudden I am curious to see what we have missed over the years. Read more
On this day I was hoping for pictures of window boxes because the houses in Edgartown always have such lovely window boxes in summertime and I wanted to see them and write about them (the whole idea of window boxes intrigues me—these little gardens underneath windows and the fascinating planting combinations that people come up with and how it really changes the whole impression one has of the house and of the person who thought to put them there…) but the pictures were not working out (I don’t remember exactly why). Read more
I’m absolutely obliged to revisit the wallpaper story that I wrote about a couple of weeks ago… (see “Wallpaper Ladies” July 28) because some things have changed. I still love wallpaper, and now, my foyer, stairwell, and upstairs hallway are almost finished being papered in a lovely toile and we are quite pleased. What I need to say is that I might have given (and gotten) the wrong impression of the lady in the wallpaper store (although I still think I wasn’t entirely off the mark). Read more
This scene, at first glance, may seem a bit dismal…plastic chairs, sod and dirt, no landscaping or curtains at the window. Is that even a grill? But, the thing is, my mother would never have let anything be dismal. We moved a lot and every place we moved, for however short a time we stayed, she made it home. She loved summer (always had summer feet) and parties (always a reason to celebrate) and she had great style (so did my grandparents). And I’m pretty sure my brother is wearing madras pants.