The drapes are velvet and a shade of deep jade belonging surely to the 50s; an era of exquisite furnishings and appearances much amiss in the modern day. It’s pleated up top, and falls in perfect waves, and is held back to reveal the interior with a rope touched and tasselled by Midas, nestled comfortably…
Yesterday, a Prado rolled down the gravel driveway which was white, originally, but looked as though it had been sprayed with red dirt. It had a trailer attached, and inside were three little goats. I was putting the little boy down for his nap when I heard my older child gasp and then obnoxiously open…
Gabrielle Gassin 