Over the Labor Day holiday weekend, we had a team adventure. It was sort of last minute — Saturday afternoon, Manny said to me, “Wouldn’t it be great if we could head off to a cabin somewhere until Monday?” A few minutes later, we had found a place on VRBO in Sparta, GA, about three hours away, that accepts pets.
It was a lovely, lovely few days. We were especially glad to get to bring Tilly, who was asleep while we were scheming, mind you, though she woke up as we started the packing frenzy. When we lived in NYC we would take her hiking around Cold Spring and she was so intrepid — jumping over fallen logs and charging up and down mountain trails for literally hours. Since her surgery, she’s been a little limited. Plus she has hip dysplasia now. But age be damned, she was definitely in her element this weekend.
Anyway, Manny and I liked the screened porch on the property best, the more so for its shelves and shelves of old books.
The first morning, I stumbled upon a cache of interior design tomes, most of which are now fifteen to twenty years old. We sifted through some of them together and saw pretty quickly how tastes have changed since Y2K.
One book stood out, though, in the best possible way: English fabric designer Ann Grafton’s Interior Transformations could have been published yesterday. Everything about her aesthetic is timeless. I’m basically obsessed with her now.
Grafton’s color scheme is soft and neutral, relying on pops of color from textiles, though she also uses baskets and warm wooden surfaces to great effect. Everything is quiet and calm and pretty and sophisticated and worn in just right and completely fabulous. I’m a sucker for quaintly upscale English country style — I admit — and loved this book so much I had to read it again our second morning at the cabin…
(Images from Grafton’s Interior Transformations. Bulfinch; 1st U.S. ed edition, 2001.)