Artsy Fartsy not Shoe Boots...
Back in
my singleton days, I used to size up a worthy adversary by his shoes. If a man was wearing the wrong shoe, I didn’t
give him a second glance. True story: After dating a very nice fireman for a
few months, he showed up to dinner one evening wearing cowboy boots. Which was all fine and dandy Sandy because it
was the South and he was sort of rugged, albeit short, in that fireman-y kind
of way. But as we said our goodbyes in
the parking lot he made the mistake of crossing his ankles. Under the lights at Phipps Plaza I
discovered, much to my horror, that he was not, in fact, wearing cowboy boots
at all. He was wearing shoe boots. Like those ankle cowboy boots I wore in
1992. I never returned another phone
call.
Think
of me what you will. But honey, there
was no hope for him and I. Yes, I could
have changed his shoes over time, but I never could have changed his primal
instinct to put on SHOE. BOOTS. What
can I say? I judge a book by its
shoes. And while I am over sharing, I
will go on to say that I judge a room by its artwork.
Artwork separates the men from the boys. Or in this case, Lucchese cowboy boots from shoe boots. Artwork is an essential layer to that collected-over-time look. Artwork screams, looky, I am cool or quirky or artsy-fartsy or lucky enough to have inherited
this old thing. It can also
scream, I get all my stuff at Hobby Lobby or I
wear shoe boots! Not that there
is anything wrong with the place. I get
all kinds of things there just not my art.
Take a
look at these spaces…
All 3 images Cathy Triant Buxton via NYSD |
Elle Decor |
Kristen Panitch Interiors |
Look Linger Love |
via |
For the Love of a House |
Lindsey Harper via Atlanta Homes & Lifestyles |
Artwork
need not be expensive nor have a pedigree to make an impact. Lindsey Harper picked up that piece at a
thrift store for less than $100 smackers.
I have
found a lot of my artwork at flea markets and antique fairs for very resonable. I picked the woman up at an antique mall for less than $100 smackers. I had that old frame on hand so I popped her
in – et voila!
She is one of my favorites. Tomorrow I will share some more from around Chez V. And a note to self: I need a large abstract pronto!
kisses, mrs. V
Laughing out loud because I totally remember that poor fireman! You were so disturbed by his shoe choice then, and I can tell it still haunts you today :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I met my now-husband he was wearing leather/velcro/platformy tevas. AND....he was out to meet you for drinks. Obviously, your kick-to-the-curb standards didn't apply to your guy friends. (thank goodness or who would make me laugh until I drive off the road?!)
ReplyDeleteI begged him and Smasher not to wear those Fred Flintstone platform sandals to no avail. Apparently they both harbored the same desire as Tom Cruise - to appear to be 'taller' by wearing platforms.
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