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. Only my closest friends have ever seen my closets, Ce-cily was saying.She turned her dazzling smile on Hansen. So let s all be friends, shall we? Hansen glanced at Lacey,eyes wide, as if to say, Don t leave me alone with her, dude!Cecily struck her as a woman who instinctively seduced thenearest camera and whoever was behind it, but then mostwomen responded to Hansen s shaggy blond hair and easy-going surfer-boy charm.If Cecily opened up to The Eye slong, tall photographer, Lacey was fine with that as long asshe was around to catch it on tape.Whoever charmed whom,Hansen s photos from that day were unusually warm andintimate.Lacey and Hansen followed Cecily up the wide centralstairway to the second floor s master suite and the connectedboudoir.They paused on the landing to admire the view ofthe wide wooden staircase, the colorful oriental runner, andthe grand entry hall to the house.Cecily stopped for a moment in the hall at a double doorwith crystal doorknobs.The wood gleamed and the knobstwinkled.She explained that her closets could be enteredthrough either the master bedroom or the long hallway.Shehad worked with the contractors and architects to achievethe proper look, elegant, but comfortable, and definitely notstuffy. She turned to smile at them slyly, and then she threwthe doors open wide with a flourish.They entered a wonder-land, an adult woman s dress-up playground.Just like my closet, Lacey thought.Times a million.Ce-cily s closets were a luxurious labyrinth, full of couturedresses and designer skirts and pants and hats and bags andshoes and thousands of vintage accessories.The so-calledclosets were as large as bedrooms, which they were beforethe renovation.Closet was not even the right word, Laceydecided.They were fully furnished dressing rooms that hap- ARMED AND GLAMOROUS 43pened to be lined wall to wall and floor to ceiling with fab-ulous clothes and full-length mirrors.The first dressing room was casual.Cashmere and silksweaters neatly folded on shelves took up one entire wall,enough to stock a boutique.It led to another connected roomand then another, each dedicated to a season or time of day,each with its own color scheme and theme.Several were re-served for evening wear, sorted by period, by designer, andby the occasion on which the dress or outfit had been worn.Usually only once. I don t want people to think I m crazy, Cecily was say-ing. Really, this is an art collection.My personal wearableart collection, with so many wonderful one-of-a-kind pieces.I feel sometimes as if I m just their curator, not their owner. Lacey was enthralled.Judging from the expression onHansen s face, he d stopped listening at the word crazy.The largest dressing room was nearly as large as Lacey sliving room.It smelled sweetly of lavender and linen.Cream-colored walls with peach accents behind the mirrorscreated a flattering backdrop for the clothes.Cecily proudlydemonstrated the special lighting system.With a flip of aswitch, she could see her chosen outfit in an approximationof bright or cloudy daylight, or various indoor lightingschemes for evening.A floor-to-ceiling three-way mirrorfilled one corner.It was exactly the closet Lacey would have herself, shethought, if she were Queen of the Universe.Sadly, when lastshe checked, she was not.Aside from the many racks ofclothes, custom-fitted cabinets, and specialized shelves anddrawers to accommodate every manner of accessory, Laceywas dazzled by an enormous crystal chandelier that hungfrom the ceiling.She had seen one very similar to it in theRussell Senate Office Building, in a hearing presided overby Senator Ted Kennedy.The hearing had been so dull she dspent part of the afternoon admiring the chandelier, and thiscould have been its little sister.Light from the Swarovskicrystals was reflected in the gold-framed mirrors on everywall.Angels might change their robes in such a room, Laceythought. 44 Ellen ByerrumIn the center of the room, beneath the chandelier, was asoft blue velvet sofa with generous padded seats.It invitedyou to sit down and breathe in the pure scent of unadulteratedluxury.A deep pile cream-colored Chinese rug covered muchof the floor, with a border of flowers that picked up the accentcolors.Lacey imagined herself luxuriating there to ponderlife s most vexing problem: What will I wear tomorrow?An armchair in a white silk striped fabric was angled nearit, obviously for one s best friend or stylist to offer expertadvice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Only my closest friends have ever seen my closets, Ce-cily was saying.She turned her dazzling smile on Hansen. So let s all be friends, shall we? Hansen glanced at Lacey,eyes wide, as if to say, Don t leave me alone with her, dude!Cecily struck her as a woman who instinctively seduced thenearest camera and whoever was behind it, but then mostwomen responded to Hansen s shaggy blond hair and easy-going surfer-boy charm.If Cecily opened up to The Eye slong, tall photographer, Lacey was fine with that as long asshe was around to catch it on tape.Whoever charmed whom,Hansen s photos from that day were unusually warm andintimate.Lacey and Hansen followed Cecily up the wide centralstairway to the second floor s master suite and the connectedboudoir.They paused on the landing to admire the view ofthe wide wooden staircase, the colorful oriental runner, andthe grand entry hall to the house.Cecily stopped for a moment in the hall at a double doorwith crystal doorknobs.The wood gleamed and the knobstwinkled.She explained that her closets could be enteredthrough either the master bedroom or the long hallway.Shehad worked with the contractors and architects to achievethe proper look, elegant, but comfortable, and definitely notstuffy. She turned to smile at them slyly, and then she threwthe doors open wide with a flourish.They entered a wonder-land, an adult woman s dress-up playground.Just like my closet, Lacey thought.Times a million.Ce-cily s closets were a luxurious labyrinth, full of couturedresses and designer skirts and pants and hats and bags andshoes and thousands of vintage accessories.The so-calledclosets were as large as bedrooms, which they were beforethe renovation.Closet was not even the right word, Laceydecided.They were fully furnished dressing rooms that hap- ARMED AND GLAMOROUS 43pened to be lined wall to wall and floor to ceiling with fab-ulous clothes and full-length mirrors.The first dressing room was casual.Cashmere and silksweaters neatly folded on shelves took up one entire wall,enough to stock a boutique.It led to another connected roomand then another, each dedicated to a season or time of day,each with its own color scheme and theme.Several were re-served for evening wear, sorted by period, by designer, andby the occasion on which the dress or outfit had been worn.Usually only once. I don t want people to think I m crazy, Cecily was say-ing. Really, this is an art collection.My personal wearableart collection, with so many wonderful one-of-a-kind pieces.I feel sometimes as if I m just their curator, not their owner. Lacey was enthralled.Judging from the expression onHansen s face, he d stopped listening at the word crazy.The largest dressing room was nearly as large as Lacey sliving room.It smelled sweetly of lavender and linen.Cream-colored walls with peach accents behind the mirrorscreated a flattering backdrop for the clothes.Cecily proudlydemonstrated the special lighting system.With a flip of aswitch, she could see her chosen outfit in an approximationof bright or cloudy daylight, or various indoor lightingschemes for evening.A floor-to-ceiling three-way mirrorfilled one corner.It was exactly the closet Lacey would have herself, shethought, if she were Queen of the Universe.Sadly, when lastshe checked, she was not.Aside from the many racks ofclothes, custom-fitted cabinets, and specialized shelves anddrawers to accommodate every manner of accessory, Laceywas dazzled by an enormous crystal chandelier that hungfrom the ceiling.She had seen one very similar to it in theRussell Senate Office Building, in a hearing presided overby Senator Ted Kennedy.The hearing had been so dull she dspent part of the afternoon admiring the chandelier, and thiscould have been its little sister.Light from the Swarovskicrystals was reflected in the gold-framed mirrors on everywall.Angels might change their robes in such a room, Laceythought. 44 Ellen ByerrumIn the center of the room, beneath the chandelier, was asoft blue velvet sofa with generous padded seats.It invitedyou to sit down and breathe in the pure scent of unadulteratedluxury.A deep pile cream-colored Chinese rug covered muchof the floor, with a border of flowers that picked up the accentcolors.Lacey imagined herself luxuriating there to ponderlife s most vexing problem: What will I wear tomorrow?An armchair in a white silk striped fabric was angled nearit, obviously for one s best friend or stylist to offer expertadvice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]