Oh, hello, there, how nice to see you again. I had to dash off to New Orleans last week to meet up with the architect handling the plans of the renovation of my house there. I was sort of dreading this, in part because my previous experiences with architects have been very much of the “I am an Ayn Rand sized diva and you had best watch out” type of soul withering punishment, and also because I assumed all the ideas I had for revamping the shabby little joint would be kicked to the architectural curb.
Instead, Katherine, Queen of Architects, was supportive and interested, complimentary about my ideas and made all of them work and improved even the most crack pot ones.
So now, demolition is proceeding with speed and my friend Stephen, who is running the project, and whom I think we can refer to as Sister Mary Legs in the Air from now on, is a genius. He’s very practical and so energetic about getting this crap done, I have to go lie down after watching him dervish around, ripping and tearing and nailing and all kinds of other butch things.
He and my friend Magda whipped up a pair of temporary gates from some scrap fencing in an afternoon. This was after some riff raft had busted into the house the night I got in town, so some more secure access seemed like a good idea.
I also had dinner with Jason from Night is Half Gone who was down with pneumonia just a couple of weeks ago. Everyone should go tell him they wish him well, although I have to say the whole story sounded suspect to me. He just happens to have pneumonia the night my house is burgled and then is up to (not particularly outstanding) dinner and drinks on the town? Hmmmm.
Anyway, photographic proof:
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After. Or actually, during. We’ll see about after in a few months. |
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Also, Saki has sort of tentatively decided the cat tree is not an instrument of torture from the devil. Sort of. Yay.
I think Jason secretly works the quarters as a go-go dancer and gets caught up in the glitz of it all.
Nice work on chez PééNéé deux. Can't wait to see your London and Paris stores.
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I call it the Deconstructive Look. Watch for it in Vogue.
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An architect that listens? You must have her bronzed!
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I cannot wait to follow the progress of your home, and the progress of Saki and her new, er, home.
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why don't you have a show on HGTV?
i've the perfect name….
mr.peenee waves her wand
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I am hoping that the plumbers in NOLA are less expensive than the plumbers in BALTO.
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Yay! I've been awaiting a report.
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When do you anticipate delivery of the mirrored headboard and mink shag-pile carpet? Or the heart-shaped bath and pink plush floor-walls-and-ceiling combo? And I always advise “Arkham Asylum”-style red padded vinyl for the walls and ceiling of one's home office…
Can't wait to see the finished results of “Peenee's Pink Palace”.
Jx
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You're spoiling all the surprise. Stop it.
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Your wish, etc., etc….
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Well, they can't possibly be more expensive than San Francisco ones.
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As long as they prose me at least one of those humpy Kitchen Cousins, I'm OK with it.
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It is sort of thrilling to be in the middle of it, but not living there.
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She's totally charming and funny, Also, I ran into her in gay bar on Mardi Gras when she was smashed.
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Petite, with big tits ? Then it's MJ.
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That's a scary thought. Maybe MJ is stalking me. Again.
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Be sure to forward your new address to me.
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